My mom and dad divorced after a long and bitter battle, leaving my brother and I are living with her. Dad had moved to another city so Mom had to urgently find a source of income. Luckily, a friend of hers quickly came to the rescue.
Fran was a kindly lady, who was also divorced and had two kids – a boy of seven and a girl a year younger. Fran also had a thriving business, running a local beer bar with her name on the door. She offered mom a job working there tending bar, and in return she got a ‘two-fer’ – because Fran needed a sitter for her two kids. So Mom and I stepped into our respective new roles.