Thirty years ago today
On Tuesday I couldn't pick up my welfare cheque until noon.
Nancy couldn't get ready until around 16:00. It was amazing that she could be out of the house like a shot on a morning when she had an appointment with some stranger. But she had all the time in the world if all she had to do was bring her daughter together with her father. The only times the baby seemed to be in a stable place were on the days when she was with me. She had her in the car seat or the stroller all the time except on the days when she would meet me and then she would spend the first half of the day at home.
We met at Warden Station but she was over half an hour late. We went downtown because she had to shop. We spent so much time on her business that by the time we were done she said it was too late to take the baby to my place like she'd promised. So once again it was Nancy, Nancy, Nancy but the father could go to hell.
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