Sometimes an image gets burned into our brain like a tune can get stuck in our ear and starts playing itself for no good reason. This is one of mine.
We lived out in the county and except for the house across the road, the nearest house was a quarter mile up the road. The neighbor across the road was a driver like me and away most of the week. His wife was a 20 year old flower child from California with a new baby. I guess Jub (I guess that is how she spelled it because I never saw it written) was lonely because she spent a lot of time at our house. We didn't have air conditioning, but we had a front porch with a ceiling fan. Evenings we would sit out on the porch and Jub would bring her baby and sit with us. One night after she had nursed her baby, she put her on her shoulder to burp her. The baby promptly barfed all down her back.. Jub handed the baby to my wife and took off the soiled dress and hung it over the railing, took her baby back and sat back down wearing only her panties and Keds. When she left to go home several hours later, she walked across the street with just her baby and a flashlight. I am still stuck with the picture of her in her white panties as she walked home. After all these years, that image of her baby wearing only a diaper and the mother wearing only her panties as she walked across the street to go home, still makes me smile.