It may be slow, but I’m making progress.”She walks around the island and has a seat. Looks at me as she taps the stool beside her and says, “Tak... a load off, Dad.” As I lower myself onto the stool, she says, “Dad, you need companionship.”Without thinking I reply, “No Sara, I do not. And how am I preventing you from moving forward?”“Because I worry, and I want you to be taken care of and happy.”“Honey, I'm forty-six years old. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.”“You can cook, clean. " Well, I certainly don't intend to let you starve. We'll go get something." With that he fastened his seat belt and started off.Amber had no idea where he was planning on taking her and didn't really care. She was just tired. Tired and no matter how she tried to forget it, tensed up over the mess her life had become. She lay back with her eyes closed and Chris let her rest, not talking.He did speak once when they first drove off. "You like chicken?" Amber had nodded without opening her eyes.. Obviously, her sell job on Jess worked."Again in a very serious mood, Claire observed "All three girls, Sarah, Jess, and Tracey, were great fun for me. No offense, Julie, but I think Jess gave me the most satisfaction." Oh, I understand," Julie assure Claire. "Sarah was a Cinderella story, but at least she had Dan. Poor Jess was really all alone." I understand that Troy's folks have practically adopted Jess," Carole mentioned."Once she dropped that edgy persona, she is a real sweetie," Phyllis. I was not thrilled to be cock blocked by my own mother.As it turned out, their was a computer problem at Moms work and they sent everybody home. When she arrived we had just enough time to get our clothes on and get on the couch in front of the TV. My mom gave us a strange look before busying herself cleaning the house. I would like to describe my mom now. Her name is Deborah; she had me when she was 17. She raised me herself for the most part because my father (who I never knew) left her.