When I was about nine, there was a young woman of about eighteen who stayed with us for about two months. She was the step-daughter of one of Dad’s friends. She had gotten pregnant out of wedlock to a married Marine. We heard that her step-father became enraged when he heard what had happened and tried to beat the baby out of her. So to protect her, my parents made a deal that she live with us until the unwedded mother’s home could take her in. At the time unmarried mothers were shunned by society, and it was a great embarrassment to her family as well. I remember she was very moody, not very sociable, and was always working on her hair and make-up. She had dyed blond hair as I recall. We gave her the large bedroom, so Brad and I had to share a room for a while. It was odd for me having a strange female hanging around the all male-side of the house. Although I didn’t quite understand this alien being, I really felt for her and decided that: Number one – Don’t ever get a girl pregnant out of wedlock (of course I had no clue of the mechanics of it at the time). Number 2 – Sometimes you have to help your friends, even if they’re being asses, for the sake of the innocent people who made the mistake. I often wonder what she’s doing now if she’s still alive. It’s a little scary to think that, as of this writing, her “baby” is probably 51 years old now with children of his or her own.