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JENNY
After the Woodstock festival and our son Woodstock’s birth, Chuck and I settle into a regular life routine. At least, I guess it is. Most nights, I wake up all hours taking care of Woodstock while Chuck lies there snoring. Every day I fix his breakfast and lunch. At lunch, he takes a turkey and cheese sandwich with mustard and an apple. My routine is the same each day – taking care of Woodstock, cleaning and going to the grocery store to pick up something to cook for dinner. Chuck walks through the door every evening at six, changes clothes, and we sit as a family to eat. He tells me about his day, and I talk about Woodstock’s and mine. Chuck’s days seem tame enough, whereas days for me can get hectic. On Sundays we go to the Antioch Baptist Church on Honey Vine Street. I am not
