Often, Jim left for work at 5:30 am. I’d hear the old Volvo growl to life, struggle into the snowy lane, and twitter and squeal as it slowly picked up speed on the icy street going away.
Jim and Bridgette and their kids live in the other half of the rental house we both share. We have two incomes and two cars; they have one income and one car. We have one child (age 2); they have six (ages 7 – 21), who are of three fathers and two mothers, but only the youngest two children (who have different biological fathers) have consistently lived here.