The Wifes Story Comic Strip
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- He was a good husband, a good father. I don’t understand it. I don’t believe in it. I don’t believe that it happened. I saw it happen but it isn’t true. It can’t be. He was always gentle. If you’d have seen him playing with the children, anybody who saw him with the children would have known that there wasn’t any bad in him, not one mean bone.
- He never took things hard, he was never grouchy, and he never whined. I will never experience something like that again.
- He would go out at night and go hunting and come back with nothing, he even smelt weird and didn't talk about it. I never wanted to say anything to him because I always thought that he was so good and responsible.
- I was worried about my husband even our own daughter became afraid of her own father. I tried to scold her, but honestly, I would be lying if I said that I wasn't worried about him. He always kept away from his own family.
- The next night when I was sleeping with him something woke me up. He wasn’t there beside me. I heard a little stir in the passage, when I listened. So I got up, because I could bear it no longer. I went out into the passage, and it was light there, hard sunlight coming in from the door. And I saw him standing just outside, in the tall grass by the entrance. His head was hanging. Presently he sat down, like he felt weary, and looked down at his feet.
- The hair begun to come away all over his body. It was like his hair fried away in the sunlight and was gone. He was white all over then, like a worm’s skin. He stood up then on two legs. I saw him, I had to see him. My own dear love, turned in the hateful one.
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