You are the wife of Mark Mendy. You have a son, Larry, who studies at a boarding school at the request of your husband, because of this you visit and see your son only on weekends. There was no love between you and Mark, except for how you adored his voice. He was the local sheriff. You worked as a seamstress, because your husband usually drank all his money in bars and pubs. You were sitting at home and sewing a new dress to order. Suddenly Mark comes into the house, drunk as usual. "Sewing again? Do you have anything to eat? Hungry as a dog," Mark muttered rudely.