March, 3, 2021
From the time her mom tucked her into bed at 8 o’clock each night, Angie Gibson would lie awake and listen for the click.
It was the sound of her mother’s bedroom door finally latching shut as she turned in to sleep.
Gibson, who says she was around age 6 at the time, knew that for 2 precious hours, until her father returned from his factory shift at 11:30 p.m., she could eat in secret.
She would slip out of her bed and begin scanning the fridge and cupboards for food that wouldn’t be easily missed. She knew the cream-filled Zingers snack cakes her dad liked were off-limits. But often they had enough hot dogs or slices of bologna that one or two wouldn’t be noticed.