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When I was eighteen and just starting college, my father was gravely ill and could not work. I knew my family was struggling financially, so I was eager to do whatever I could to help out with the family finances. The Kellys lived down the street, and I had known them for many years. They knew of my family's plight and kindly offered me a babysitting job. Although I felt that babysitting was beneath me at that age, I eagerly accepted the position because I wanted to do my part. It turned out the Kellys were very flexible with my schedule, and they were very generous to me on account of my father's illness. Mrs. Kelly (call me Angela) and my mother had become good friends over the years. They were always at each other's houses, usually with a glass of wine. My mother was a very attractive