Mary looked out the window of the nursing home. She thought,
The staff and other inmates are alright. But I was young once.
Mary remembered the hot labourer Frank.
Now he was a hot potato. Pulling me behind the old Church for what the young people today call nookie.
Frank had run off when he realised she was pregnant. She was put in a Mother and Baby Home and never saw her birth daughter again once the baby was put up for adoption. She had extensively searched with no luck.
She looked out the window again.
She’s out there somewhere.
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