Another slow morning by the swimming pool, mother rushes past me on her way to the guest house.
- Why won't you get a job, she sighs, looking at me with that sad face. Strong words for someone who's never worked a day in her life. She met my father after high school, fell in love and became his little trophy wife in designer clothes and Mikimoto pearls. Nothing wrong with that, so I say no, I'm going to marry rich, like you. A chill puts her off balance for a second, but she regains her poise and leaves without answering, her precious pride intact.
If I didn't know better I'd think she doesn't want me to be a part of the world that my father acts in, but then again, she knows as little about his business as I do. For all I know he hasn't offered me a job yet, and I'm not sure I'd take it if he did. Being lazy by the pool is just enough for me, right now anyway.