“Father,” mother would say turning away from the telephone, “it’s a D.B.” And that only meant one thing when I was a little girl growing up in Peru, Indiana in the 1910s: a deadbeat. Father…
“Father,” mother would say turning away from the telephone, “it’s a D.B.” And that only meant one thing when I was a little girl growing up in Peru, Indiana in the 1910s: a deadbeat. Father…