The Woman in My Life

IT WAS during the depression years. I was eighteen and had no idea. what I wanted to do or be in life. I was the third son in a large family. The eldest, after a boyhood in the sun, had been struck down by epilepsy and died a ruin of a man at twenty-nine. The second boy was carving out a brilliant academic career for himself. My father's hopes settled on me. I was to follow him into his business.