Ann backed away alot from the prospect of doin’ for dad at the end. She put it on her 3 screamin’ brats . . . how she had to take care of them. Who could blame her. Ann was only 11 when Suzi was born and they were brought up side by side. Dad made it plain though that he favored my daughter. He’d take Suzi out shoppin’ and let Ann tag along. He’d get Suzi a big pile of clothes and if Ann was lucky . . . a pair of sox. It made her mad and hurt her feelings. But she was never mean to Suzi . . . she knew it wasn’t Suzi’s fault. And now about dad . . . like visiting or doin’ anything to help him . . . well, Ann would say, “I have these guys now . . . they’re my priority.” She really liked that . . . sayin’ she had her a priority. I guess that would be as close as she would ever get to bein’ one.