A Need to Belong to Something
As a baby she never did much crying. As a little kid, she rarely talked. As a teen, she pretty much hung out by herself. Some called her a loner, for she was rarely ever seen with anyone. But for Nancy Reerdon it just seemed second nature to be that way.
Perhaps this was due to her upbringing. One of six children, her voice was often quieted, so that one of the others could be heard, or because her parents were sick and tired of the noise. They seemed loving enough, however. They did a few things together every now and then. Went on family vacations, went on picnics. Nancy was always igno…
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