When my father married his second wife, who had 3 children, we became a Brady Bunch type family.

 

Ok, not so much. There were 3 boys and three girls, but her daughter was no Marsha.

 

And we had no Alice. God, we needed an Alice. That woman gave me food poisoning once, and treated my sisters like Cinderellas step-mother treated hers, making them do household chores while her daughter planned her future, which turned out to be a string of unwanted pregnancies.

 

Ok, I've already said too much.

 

I was going to post a picture of Marsha here, but I creeped myself out looking through them.

 

RIP Alice.

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