When I was young, my parents ran a snack bar in our small town.
One evening in early April, my mother told me to fill in at the snack bar 36 a worker who had the flu. I told her I would mess it up, 37 I had never worked at the bar before. I 38 that instead of making money, I would end up owing it.
“You can do it,” said my mother, “ 39 , you won’t get much business until lunch.”
“But I’ll never remember the orders, and I’m no good 40 money. Please, Mom, don’t 41 me.
“Then I’ll help you,” she said.
