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Show in my father's house/ 80 and trout from the stream -- and gave them little hope of release from jail during the months between arraignment and trial. The additional fear that in their absence the state might place their children in foster homes plagued them. My mother's only comfort was knowing that Sarah, LaVona, and Gerda guarded the home front and each would fight like a mother bear to keep the cubs. In the evening, the matron came to my mother. "Wouldn't you like to write a note to your husband? I'll be glad to deliver it for you." My mother shook her head. "No thank you." "How about you?" she said to Aunt Helga. "Wouldn't you like to write something? He's just down the hall." But Helga also declined. at home by then, Later they discovered that my father wasAamong the first to be bailed because patients waited on his return. The authorities apparently needed evidence to connect my father to his twins. The night spent on cots smelling of mildew and unfamiliar bodies protracted their fears. Barred doors clanged and keys rattled,awakening the women from nightmares scarcely worse than reality. They thought of their husbands and children and wondered when they would see them again. Next morning, they combed each other's hair for the arraign ment, where they found the whole group thronged before the City and County Building, as if for a picnic celebration. Sandwiches |