Her son, Caleb, was the only source of joy in her life. The only time she was happy was when she was alone at home with him, no husband. Frank was self-employed and had his own business, one that he ran poorly, one that brought in no money. This was another source of disappointment for her: Frank was so timid that he was fearful of his customers, afraid to demand payment for the work he did, afraid to set a good cost for his job, afraid to say no to their unfair requests. As a result, he was always broke, always working, every single day except Saturday Sabbath, the day they went to church. And even then, sometimes, he broke the Sabbath because a customer might demand he finish a job; he was so weak, it irritated her. She had always wanted a strong man, a man who would take charge – provide for his family, lead his family as a priest of God, teach his child to be a man, protect and pamper his wife; Frank was none of those things, in fact he was the complete opposite. He was timid and pliable, so easy to be pushed around and led by others – except for her, he never seemed to listen to her; he seemed only to listen to his nurse friend.