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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 133
There‟s a sub-story to go with that. When I was thirty-six years old, just before I
filed for a divorce from the woman with whom I cohabited, I received a phone call from a
woman named Shirley Bailey. Particularly because I knew I‟d soon be single again, I
was interested. She wanted to know if I‟d be willing to come see her at her house.
She‟s lucky I didn‟t drop the phone and run to my car. In addition to the crap I
was going through, she had a sexy voice! It got me all fired up.
Since I had appointments that day, and she had things to do, we set it for that
evening. I believe it was around seven. The minute she answered the door, I had a
damned good idea why she‟d called me. Shirley was the spitting image of my old man.
She was the daughter he turned his back on. Disowned her.
Remember I said that homely bastard could sweet talk his way into so many
women‟s beds? Well, Shirley‟s mother was one of „em. It seems “Fast Fred” found out
he‟d gotten two girls pregnant around the same time. He had to make a choice, and I lost.
He married my mother and left Shirley‟s mother in the lurch. She was adopted a
couple years later by her mother‟s new husband and felt her Dad was a wonderful man,
all the way up until he died a few years before she and I met. So, I would many years
later come to learn I had a sister 47 minutes older than me. We had the same Dad, but
different Moms. Oh, joy.
My Mom used to meet Shirley‟s mother once per week at the soda counter in
Walgreen‟s to give her ten bucks. That was a condition required for her to leave my old
man out of it. He had to pay for the birth of his child.
Remember what happened to me? Shit, I left the hospital in freakin‟ debt when I
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