A memoir of Grace “Slick” Joplin

Chapter 6.2 Wild is the Wind

One morning I woke up, rushing the toilet to throw up. I first thought was at our prayers for another baby was fulfilled, but it turned out to be just some bad food poisoning.


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Gregg team saw it as important to keep the media attention as high as possible, sending him to hotspots in town making him a part of the tabloid magazines celebrity sections. It was part of the job, but took time away from the family.


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Our son Steve was now 6 years old and would start school right after the Christmas celebrations.


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My next design was a new toilet room for David’s daughter Kate, that turned out very well she liked it a lot. After that I had a failure with another client, you can’t win them all.

Kate’s toilet:

Before

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After


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Frustrated that I could not or at least did not get pregnant, one bright very cold morning I took my motorcycle, riding up to the cemetery. It was years since I last mourned at Miss Loveless grave. I cried for a while, partly for Miss Loveless partly for myself.


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