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We had one
She thought she was a bridge master, but repeatedly proved she was a beginner. We usually needed her for a fourth, though.
For the first night of Hell Week, we had to ship her off to a motel.
She had a daughter who was a freshman or sophomore on campus, and she became the chapter 'date' - always available. On the first date, everybody got to second base, and some went further.
Looking back, a woman in the house and at dinner raised the standards of conduct and surely produced damage control. She brought some new ideas to meals (some even better tasting), and parents were glad to see her in the house.
The disappearance of housemothers has to be another step on the stairway to irrelevance.
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