She had grown up and saw in front of her two little people who never really loved her.Her father was the one to put his foot in it, "Are you living in... a house of lesbians now?"She shouted, "Damian!"Damian had only just earlier, arrived home from work, had a shower with the able assistance of Heather and Mary, and was walking out of the bathroom door. He had been told by Nina who was sitting on the side of the bath talking about the day, that Irene was talking at the door with her parents, so he. "What is this contract I got on the fax yesterday from a Howard Tannenbaum. Who the fuck does he think he is taking a 50% cut on anything." It's a special piece that Madelyn can't move, Dad," Travis explained."Travis is being too modest," Anya spoke up, "Madelyn called it a 'museum quality' piece and arranged for it to be featured in an art show. Travis is an artist, a sculptor."His father snorted with disbelief, "He can barely tie his own shoes. He's just being taken for a ride by another. Therefore, she would see one series of clients while I visited other clients. She gave me a list of clients to see today, with the addendum that she would call me tonight to discuss work and tomorrow's schedule. It was a very formal note from a pissed off woman.I followed her schedule and hurried back to the hotel. Again, her phone was off the hook and she wouldn't answer my door knocks.I rushed over to the bar where I had left Mariah. She didn't show up and the bartender pretended he didn't. When Ed threw the ball, she headed to the playroom. From the doorway, she watched her mother go through her practice routine. She started to imitate her mother’s moves as Ed watched. It was amazing the concentration that the little child put into the routine.William noticed and said, “She’s a warrior. Mommy Ling should start training her.”“I think you are right,” replied Ed as he watched Betsy attempt a kick. The poor child didn’t have the co-ordination to perform at the speed that Ling was.