And again, she considered the tragedy of not having come toknow herself earlier. All the pain she could have spared those she'dinvolved in her life. P...oebe, at the top of the list. But also,somewhere on that list, and far from the bottom, was Claire."So where does that leave me? Phoebe already has a mother. Two mothers,actually."Walt turned from the road, fixing her with an inscrutable sunglass-stare."Two mothers? Where are either one of them now? Apparently two aren'tenough. She needs a. My mom is owner of a small printing press and makes herself busy with her livelihoods. Recently my Mom’s printing press is not running well. She was spending many late nights at the office working on ideas to bring back the press to a profitable concern. So, when she got home she was not in the best of her moods. This time her clients were switching off their orders elsewhere and mom was at a loss to control the situation. But her stormy moods usually don’t last long at home. Her nerves start. We both are tenants. She stays on the first floor and me on the second floor. As in every story, I got a chance when my family went on a trip. I didn’t join them since I didn’t get work off in my office. Whenever my family left me alone, I used to eat and stay with her family. My parents left on a Friday evening before I came from my shift.As I came home there was no one at the home. Hearing my door’s noise, there came the heroine of the story in a blue cotton saree. By the way, I forgot to say. Rachel snapped out of her troubling daze as she heard Rebecca call her name from another part of the house. She sighed one final time and gave her bikini another adjustment. She still had no answers. She’d just have to figure something out. It was already late afternoon and the group of girls moved quickly to take advantage of the precious remnants of prime tanning time left in the day. The hours melted lazily away, and after a solid session of catching rays and covertly sipping on wine.