When I was about 8 or 9 (4th grade), I had a friend Patty who lived with her brother and father. I think the mother died, if I remember correctly. The brother was maybe a year or two older. The father was an old nasty drunk who was just miserable to look at and acted miserable. Half the time, they weren’t allowed out. I don’t know if the father molested her but if I were to guess, he was physically abusive. It seemed like a tough, sad life for the two kids.