A project with her 2 brothers that
had been successful in providing the 2 boys with some practical skills that
pretty much had determined their career choices since following graduation both
of them had gone into the construction business. Tom, the older had become a general
contractor before going to school to become an architect while Kevin had never
done much more than work in one construction job after the other.
Only Vanessa and Anne had gone to
the University, of the siblings and only Vanessa had received a degree that
would get her a job in the city at the prestigious ad agency of Locke
Communications. Anne had gone to university to acquire a husband, well her
first husband. Bill had dreams of
becoming an engineer until Anne had announced that they were getting married
and moving in with his parents.
Bill’s parents were pleasantly
horrified and announced at the wedding reception that while they were pleased
that Bill had found himself a wife, that the two of them had decided to become
missionaries in Tahiti and their house would be up for sale at the end of the
week; all this while the guests were being serenaded by a wedding singer
singing “She’s always a woman to me” by Billy Joel. Bill had folded after a year of apartment living
and Anne’s insistence that all they really needed was some money and three to
four kids in order to achieve the perfect life. Bill ran off with a young
convert from Tahiti that her parents brought home and went back to school in
Jamaica to be on the safe side from Anne.
Anne had shrugged off the disaster
with Bill and went back to State U and snagged herself a doctor whose family
had given the couple a house as a wedding present. Of course, the house had
been across the street from her own parents but Anne soldiered on despite this
hint at where she belonged. These days, one could find Anne with a baby on one
hip instructing Dad on how to install the newest washing machine that her
overworked husband offered up whenever he got to come home from County General.
Vanessa gave an involuntary glance over her shoulder at that thought and was
immediately relieved and guilty since there were no lights on across the
street.
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