Where Your Treasure Is... - Garner Ted Armstrong - August 1974

Garner Ted Armstrong

G'BYE, honey" - she dimly remembered the quick, perfunctory peck, resigned look and faint smell of that awful aftershave lotion he had used over her constant objections. Almost absentmindedly, she then began sorting through the small stack of mail taken out of their apartment mailbox when she let him out the door. Thinking of the two lunches she had to prepare for the two boys, and little Mary, who was probably wet by now following her early morning feeding, she plodded back up the stairs to the first landing, let herself in, and shuffled to the kitchen for another cup of coffee, her third of the morning. Hank was a good provider. They had a two bedroom apartment with most of the main appliances (but she had longed for a bigger refrigerator and at least a blender or mix-master for months). They were paying on a small foreign compact, and Hank's job was a good one, paying $220 a week. - Information Supplied By: Herbert W Armstrong Library