26/365 Betty
My father hired Betty to watch me after school, but she didn’t last long. Betty would run my bath, set her bulk on the toilet lid, and tell me stories about her daughter’s violent marriage. I'd like to forget them.
posted by Susan | 2/15/2006 08:17:00 AM
5 Comments:
That's NOT funny (and yet I laughed when I read it - sorry). Did Betty go on to terrorize other small children?
I don't know what happened to her. The stories were particularly graphic and brutal. I realize now that she herself was terrorized for her daughter. But I wish I had told my dad after the first day.
Gosh. She must have badly needed someone to share with, if she would dump it on a little girl. And you remember.
Wow - poor Susan and poor Betty :-(
I remember onc of the ladies who looked after me and my sister - my mom always worked - she had goats and we would drink goat's milk :-)
Crystal, is your real name Heidi? :-)
My poor dad...my mother had just died, and he hired a succession of women for after school. I remember a couple of them took the job to get close to the handsome widower. No danger of that with Betty (which may be why I didn't tell him right away)...
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