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To: Ilaine who wrote (30672)	7/1/1999 7:02:00 PM
From: Ish	Respond to of 71178

I'm starting to get a feeling for why your mother and father divorced. My mother-in-law was kinda like your mother. One night as I was leaving for the finals of a skeet shooting tournament we got a call. She had fallen and couldn't get up. We went over and spent quite a while trying to get her up, dead meat. Finally I reached under her arms and gave a hoist, hoist is the word as she weighed over 200 and didn't help, and set her in a chair. Just then the rescue squad she had called while we were driving to town showed up. She told them I had hurt her and left her lying on the floor. Then the police arrived and cuffed me. Wife explained and after being questioned the mother-in-law told the whole story. Later I had to make her dinner one night. She wouldn't eat what I was told to heat up. Gonna make the call. She wanted cracker and milk. No the crackers go in the milk. Milk is too cold. Now it's too hot. Crackers are too big, now too small. I paid for her burial as her sainted son vanished when she died. Best money I ever spent.