The lay of the land

While my 20-ish mother was coping with her embarrassment and guilt, she still tried to act cool and that it was "no big deal". It was the sixties after all and although love was free - but unfortunately babies were not. So she moved into a small apartment with her mother, her sister Carmen and her two children (different fathers - there will be a back story on that whole sitch soon). Grandma worked odd jobs, Carmen was a cocktail waitress and they traded off watched the kids. I think it was a two bedroom apartment in the low rent side of Long Beach somewhere.

Meanwhile back at the uterus, the the blob of cells was growing and developing - quite well thank you very much.