Word: sues
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Sue was the one who was always sick. "The doctor more or less said that she was just born with a screwed-up immune system," says Joanne. She had a bodywide eczema starting in infancy, rheumatic fever and meningitis in childhood, a progressive eye ailment in her later years...
They'd take up a whole pew, the Weaver girls. "Everybody called us that," says Nan. Five born in seven years. Joanne was Daddy's girl, at least that's what the others claimed. Barb had red hair and matching temper. "Little Nan" was timid and quiet. Then came Sue, then Mary, the baby. They lived a classic Roman Catholic postwar childhood: their father, a bandleader, easygoing and affectionate; his wife a stern but loving homemaker; new outfits, with bonnets, each Easter; the strict, black-and-white doctrine of the Baltimore Catechism. Ice skating at the church rink. Splitting...
...sisters remember the eczema. "I'd wake up in the middle of the night and hear her scratching herself with a comb or brush," says Nan. "I don't think she ever slept the night through." When Sue was 12, a malignant tumor appeared on her forehead; doctors were able to remove it, but more than 10 operations were needed to rebuild her eyebrow and part of her eyelid. "I just remember, she always had a big bandage around her head," says Mary...
...malady she was spared was self-pity. Sue held her own at jacks and hide- and-seek, and later sneaked Viceroys with Nan behind the drugstore instead of going to Mass. She was the one with the sense of humor, memorizing the candy-on-a-speeded-up-conveyor-belt episode from I Love Lucy; the one who was tone-deaf but couldn't care less, belting out Cross Over the Bridge, the Patti Page rouser, at top volume...
...courtship. Every week of their adolescence, the younger Weaver girls went to the Ambassador Bowling Alley, which was managed by a good-natured, black-haired man named Les Williams. "Les was the cat's meow," says Mary. "He was super." He was a year older than their father. Sue never bowled, but she would sit for hours eating French fries and chatting with her girlfriends. It was several years before her sisters discovered that Sue, 18, was dating Les, 48. "When our mother found out," says Mary, "she said, 'You're not going to see him,' which, you know, just...