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before had I had the opportunity to be myself com- pletely. To be accepted by two wonderful people, not having to worry about the children, or anyone else for that matter, actually overwhelmed me. By the time my friends came back, I really was a mess. Naturally, they were quite concerned and thought something had happened. I managed to explain the tears, between tears. This went on for most of the day. It really made me feel a little foolish after awhile. I would be talking quite normally and all of a sudden, tears would be streaming down my cheeks. Well, one good thing, I didn't have any makeup on to ruin.

When I got up the next morning, I was back to normal and we finished all the buying by that evening. One cute thing happened in the evening. We were spending quite a bit of time at a small silver shop that was located right on the curb. I told John to set the speaker, working off the tape recorder on the roof of the truck. We really gave the Mexicans a taste of "Gringo" music. They were laughing and dancing all over the place. We had a good meal and Jean suggested that I try on a few different outfits and take pictures. I didn't mention it but I got the worst sunburn of my life, when I had my crying spell. I had been out in the sun for about two hours and I really thought I was going to have to go to the doctor. My ankles actually bled. Putting on a pretty dress relieved all the pain though.

We had planned on leaving Acapulco that evening but at the last minute, some merchandise, that I had paid for, couldn't be delivered until the next day. I had told all my friends that we would be leaving that night, now we would have a free day and Diana would make good use of it, I thought. In the morn- ing, Jean took out the curlers and I put on a beauti- ful black and white, stripped skirt, a white, nobby, sleeveless blouse and flats. John washed the truck, and Jean and I did the wash and little odd jobs.

After dinner I suddenly began to feel sick and

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