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Then things changed, younger men were coming up in the union, Daddy and his friends lost power, Daddy got sick,
and one sickness led to another. By the time I was allowed back in the house on Crescent Avenue, Daddy was under hospice
care, and he’d turned into an old man, shrunken by fifty pounds, furrows in his face like you’d make in a piecrust with
a fork.