The blended family continued to be more fractured than happily engaged. Our mother was busy dating men she met in rather unsavory bars. She was apparently looking for a way out of Decatur and would eventually find it in the form of our uncle a/k/a her brother-in-law. The man we knew as Uncle Kenny, or the Man of a Thousand Disguises.
But before that transpired, Mother found a job at a supper club/bar and I was delighted. I was still in high school and returned home at 4:00PM. Mother had to be at work prior to my arrival home. Our paths did not cross for many days which worked out perfectly for me.
I suspect my mother was also delighted with the opportunity to spend all of her evenings away from her family and instead in the midst of a nightclub.
It was up to me to make sure my homework was done, to go to bed at a decent hour and to get up and head off to school after breakfast (if there was any food in the house).
Sometimes, the cupboard was bare except for a can of poppy seed filling, some paraffin to make candles, ancient jars of spices and food coloring. Nutritious breakfasts were not a priority with Mary.
Thank goodness for school lunches! I knew that at least I would have a meal at noon. By the time I came home, the same sad little ingredients were there in the cupboard. I learned a valuable lesson again. I knew that I never wanted to go to bed hungry.