Bear in mind that I was too young to have an accurate sense of the frequency of Dick's absences. He might have disappeared three or a dozen times while we lived in Wichita. I was only aware of a cycle, which instilled in me the sense that good times do not last and made me a chronic worrier, fraught with anxiety that I battle to this day. Ah, but this story isn't about me, now, is it...
After several weeks or months, something precipitated a nasty fight between Gen and Dick and Dick would leave. The cycle started over. Still, it was the good times that were photographed.
|Becky grinned and grew fast.||The lawn greened up and we got a dog.||Gen's sister, Jean, came to visit Gen while Susie sneaked up on Becky, who grinned.|
Gen signed on as an occupational nurse at Boeing. Then Dick took off again.