Fran, the bosses' wife did the rest and very well thank you.
It took her many years to like me and me her. They were both Republicans. She was very tall, very blond and just too persnickety in her bookkeeping abilities for me to respect at age 20. I was a liberal and going places.
Harvey, her husband, he understood me. I would stay late sometimes (15 - 20 minutes after signing out) and we would talk and even argue about the worldly stuff. His attention made struggling with calculator tape worth it. He was one of the very few men I would meet in the places I would eventually go, who had been willing to just talk.
He had a sister who had two gay sons, one was transgender, they would both be gone within a few more years, casualties of AIDS. That provided a lot of material. And he had a partner whose young son contracted and was healed of Leukemia. I was their tenant also and lived on top of their store with my roommates. I'm not sure if I ever told him the time we were busted by the police and they completely trashed our apartment finding nothing. My boyfriend would spend one solid year in prison for having sold $12 LSD, hence the "raid". Those were the days. If I did tell Fran and Harvey, their judgments didn't show.