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Mom looked exhausted when Gina arrived at Bobbies place. Janet was a whirlwind in the kitchen which drove everyone to seek shelter out on the deck. The rug rats had all been picked up by their mothers despite being invited to supper, for that Gina was thankful. The evening sun felt good and the breeze kept the temperature moderate.
“You know” mom began, “a girl with your legs should wear skirts more often.”
“Oh lord” said Gina. “I came here to relax mom, not hunt for a man.”
“It’s just that your brother is already married with one on the way” mom defended in that I want more grandchildren tone all moms seem to develop.
“I think Bobby is going to produce more than enough grandchildren for several families mom. Aren’t you tired from chasing three of them around today?”
“A good tired” mom pouted. “One of the few things I have left to look forward to . . .” she trailed off.
“Besides” Bobby defended “I think Janet has more to say about that than I do.”
“More to say about what?” Janet asked as she came out onto the deck carrying a platter.
“Here honey, let me carry stuff out here for you” Bobby said getting up from his chair.
“I’m pregnant, not an invalid” retorted Janet. “There are three more trays in the kitchen though and you should have set the table.” She emphasized that point by sticking her tongue out at him. Off to the kitchen Bobby scurried, the dutiful little man servant. Gina rose a bit slower and followed him.
Supper proceeded with Janet and mom clucking like hens about the brood and how they were today. It was rather shocking for Gina to hear her mom prattling on like a traditional mother and housewife though she had been neither during Gina’s childhood, at least not to Gina’s recollection. In truth she had been much like Gina, a driven scientist. Mother even had the degree to prove it. Gina just had the bank accounts and a few buildings named for her at some smaller colleges. A few at bigger colleges out of the country though those names weren’t as obvious.
Once the dishes were cleared mom snuck off to bed. Gina poured another glass of wine and headed back out to the deck. Bobby followed soon after.
“Why so down sis?”
The question was a bit shocking. She hadn’t thought she appeared down. “Just been thinking” she answered.”
“Not quite ready to give it all up?” inquired Bobby.
“Oh, I’m more than ready to let our company go” answered Gina. “It’s just that . . .”
Janet finished her sentence “the shell companies are good at hiding and accumulating money, not so good at spending it on a new company though.”
“What?” Bobby asked.
“For a brilliant stud you can be rather dense at times husband. She has more money than she will ever need to fund her dream project. The extra money would let the entire family live a lavish lifestyle and ensure our children educations in the finest institutions by purchasing those institutions to glide past standard entrance procedures, but . . .”
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