Chapter 21 Blow After Blow

• But it was the conversation I overheard that morning as I walked in after a hopeless, humiliating day of trying to get a job that made me slip over the edge.
• Beth and Joe were conversing in hushed whispers but since Joe was now growing a little deaf, the whispers were audible to me as I tripped into their little cottage at the end of the street. Jack Jr. was playing n the garden, all by himself.
• I stopped, hanging up my coat, when I heard the sharp sound of Beth protesting.