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Your brother’s wife was a baker’s daughter, and still has the habit of overindulging in food.

[...] Not in his immediate family but in his wife’s family. [...]

[...] She is the wife of Ernfred Anderson, a sculptor who was director of the art gallery where Jane worked part-time for several years. [...]

[...] When I think of my wife, I want to educate myself to think of her being here home with me—not how she got there. [...]

(5:30 p.m. Jane had been interrupted at 4:14 by a nurse bringing vitamin C; then I’d read my wife what she’d delivered on the session so far. [...]

[...] I thought of requesting of staff that she be given some Darvoset, or something like it, in the afternoons, but I hadn’t mentioned this because I felt my wife would reject the idea. [...]

[...] I told my wife once again that she’d done well today.)

(“The word grand… a grandparent?” Our young friend Don Wilbur made the envelope object on his usual Friday night visit here with his wife Marilyn. [...]

(Tracing of the photo of Jane’s father Del [for Delmer] and his deceased second wife, used as the envelope object in the 50th experiment, in the 255th session for May 2,1966.)

[...] More good signs, I told my wife. [...]

(My own exasperation had shown through clearly at times, for it seemed that no matter what I did myself, or what anyone else did, my wife was just not going to be comfortable — not then, anyhow. [...]

[...] His wife Margaret was there, and myself. [...]

[...] “I wouldn’t mind hearing your boy comment on this,” I said to my wife.)

[...] This could have very beneficial therapeutic effects on my wife, I realized. [...]

Because I knew why you had come here, and I knew your wife would come also. [...]

As Ruburt would put it, your sidekick over here (Jim’s wife, Jean) did not go along with your ideas at all in that life. [...]

(This noon Jane and I signed our wills, with, naturally, Bill Danaher and his wife as witnesses. [...]

(The 364th session was held September 13, 1967 for John Pitre of Franklin, LA, and his wife Peggy, who has multiple sclerosis. [...]

[...] Margaret was surprised at the amount of food my wife had eaten. [...]

[...] In a strange fashion, he may even feel that it is wrong to have sex with his own wife, believing that the sex act so degrades the both of them. [...]

[...] “Your wife won’t be speaking to me anymore, after what I did to her this morning,” Georgia said to me as I walked down the hall to 330. [...]

[...] It was attended only by Jane, myself and Marian Spaziani, the wife of our landlord, although others were present in the house.

[...] You would have had neither wife nor child. [...]

It does no good to say that one choice was better than the other, and do not worry yourself with such concerns for you are interwoven spiritually with every atom and molecule that exists within those of your children and your wife. [...]

[...] All of these events followed the barrage of letters I’ve been sending out, trying to unearth something, some treatment, some magical potion or truth or belief that would help my wife in her time of deep need. [...]