It was a “warm little house on a treelined street where curtains were drawn in the middle of the afternoon,” but that’s where the likeness stops. There was no one baking, no motherly looking women around except for my mother who was anxiously sitting in the living room watching a television with the volume turned up high so the neighbors wouldn’t be able to hear if I screamed. And just for the record, in those days they used newspapers. No sheets. Abortion was illegal in 1967.
“… if one day I am driving down a dark, deserted highway with a woman I hardly know in the passenger seat, the night sky bright above us, the moon a searchlight, I will take her hand.” Abby Norman
And I will help you.