After Mary and our Dad were divorced, we did not have a lot of extra funds. Mary came up with all kinds of plans to get a free lunch. Our Dad had an elderly uncle who lived about seventeen miles from us. He was a kind and thoughtful old man and had recently lost his wife. Mary decided one Sunday afternoon to visit with the intention of inviting him out for lunch.
When we arrived, he was glad as always to see Abby and me. When Mary suggested going out for lunch he accepted. No doubt he thought she would pick up the bill. Little did he know that she did not have enough cash to buy her own lunch and certainly could not afford to pay for four meals.
We piled into the car and headed off to the café. We ordered lunch and when the bill came, Mary looked away and waited for Uncle Frank to pick up the tab. He, being a true gentleman, did indeed pick up the check and paid for our lunch.
Funny, but it wasn’t long after one of these “free lunches” that he decided to remarry. Whoever said “there’s no such thing as a free lunch” did not know our mother.