Matched the stripes of his socks.
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it was richness!—eleven rooms and a yacht With a polished mahogany stair to let into the water And a cabin boy who could decorate cakes in six-colored frosting. But I didn’t know how to cook, and babies depressed me. Nights, I wrote in my diary spitefully, my fingers red With triangular scorch marks from ironing tiny ruchings and puffed sleeves.When the sporty wife and her doctor husband went on one of their cruisesThey left me a borrowed maid named Ellen, “for protection,”
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