When my niece (B) was a baby, our great-grandfather was alive, in his 90s, and my sibs were both at east of Mississippi military bases. So we’d all take 1-3 week shifts of respite & assistance care for him.
We’d overlap on purpose.
When my sister took me to catch the train back to Denver, we blew 2 tires on the way to Chicago. (Fucking potholes.)
Missed a departure.
Looks like it’s been a speakeasy since the Chicago Fire, but they reluctantly agree they serve food and will accept our baby girl.
I pay the bill.
The bartender tells me that he doesn’t like kids in the bar, but my baby is always welcome & bring her back.
That’s my B.