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be happy in a small apartment as he
had been used to so much. The truth
of the matter was I had been used to
a lot more than he. I tried to get my
husband to talk the matter over with
me but he refused. From this time he
began to be indifferent to me, so much
so that his mother noticed it. Finally
toward the end of February 1922 I found
my husband and his mother in her
room with door closed, so I knocked
and went in, and his mother was talking
to him trying to find out why he acted
as he did. So when I went in, his mother
said, "Jane, Bud does not want to
leave here, and I do not see why
you cannot be happy here." I said,
"I told Charlie you could come and