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Mom liked Butch best. Bedridden and looped up on meds left dad playing her nursemaid. He helped me as he could.
Men came and went. When I had my first child, I was on my own — and for the four that followed. I bartended while the oldest watched the rest.
Mick was a quiet man who tipped well. His wife had walked out on him and their two boys; they’d moved in with his folks. Mick and I married six months later and they moved in with us.
His mom didn’t play favorites. She made the best Christmas cookies.
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