Betty, Betty, Betty. Smoking on the school bus as she accompanied her son on a class trip to his teacher's father's farm.
And trading his mother's lunch for a bag of gum drops? Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.
"Am I a good mother?" Betty asked her husband Francis later that night at their large Victorian home in Rye, N.Y.
"Only time will tell," she said.
2 comments:
Ah the good old days
I remember them well.
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