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Chapter Fifteen


            major operation. This time they removed her other breast and
            a whole bunch of lymph nodes. I’m not sure what those are but
            I know it’s really disconcerting to see her poor body. I try not
            to look too hard when she’s naked. Between the radiation and
            the chemotherapy, there’s always some kind of treatment going
            on. She’s been in and out of the hospital a lot. My gut tells me
            she’s really sick, but she always tries to be so strong. She doesn’t
            want us to know.
               She was released from hospital for just one day so she and
            Mike could get married. None of us kids were invited. Not his
            three kids either. That really hurt my feelings. One day they
            are boyfriend and girlfriend and then BOOM, without any
            warning, suddenly they are man and wife! Just like that.
               I’m trying my best to like him, I really am. My mother
            must really love him, so I guess we just have to do our best and
            accept him into our lives. Vian and I are even trying to call him
            Dad. No matter how much time has passed, it still doesn’t feel
            right.
               Anyway, back to babysitting. When I go to work it also
            helps to take my mind off all the stuff going on at home. At
            least I think it does. I’ve started babysitting for a new couple
            who live across the street. This is the second marriage for both
            of them and she has a little boy. Tommy’s a really cute kid.
               My bedroom window faces their two-story house on
            the corner of  Willowbrook Drive.  We live in a very nice
            neighbourhood. Much different than the townhouse, where we
            first lived in the city. In fact, our new house is on the 8th green
            of Willow Park Golf Course. Pretty snazzy, right? And our
            neighbours’ house is beautiful. I’ve been inside a few times now.
               I see Tommy’s stepdad coming and going to work every
            day in his fancy cherry-red pick-up truck. He’s usually sporting
            pricey snakeskin boots and white cowboy hat. But trust me, he’s


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