She started to read the want ads and she went out looking, but there wasn't much out there in the job market for a woman whose skills for the last twe...ty years had consisted of child rearing and house keeping. It took her a while, but she finally found a job as a file clerk for a local electronics company. Paige has always been an organizer and she was naturally good at the job; so good that she ran herself out of work and her boss started looking for other things for her to do. Pretty soon she. ” Suntimes September 23, 1989There are those who will tell you that I’m a girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth. If I was, it was plate silver. My mother was a De Voe. A rich old family, but she was born when my Grandmother was forty-five. By the time my mother was ten, Grand Mama De Voe had early-onset Alzheimer. Her father was an alcoholic which left her to the care of her thirty-year-old brother, Jackson Chamberlin De Voe, who was a financial genius of sorts. However, he was a socially. But the auditorium was silent as Siobhan gathered her own things, and the mysterious bouquet of roses. No card; the flowers from the parents, carnations with a "thank you" card, had been put aside for her, upstaged by the surprise gift. Siobhan balanced the flowers in her arms, her bag slung over her shoulder, as she locked up.She was waiting outside of the school as Siobhan left the building. The last of the parents were pulling out of the parking lot; they were alone. Siobhan felt the color. In his panic, he hadn't quite realised that he got there before Catherine anyhow, and had a moment to absorb his surroundings while he recovered.Nothing seemed any different from yesterday. The flowers are the same. The weather is the same. Rick looked around to find the postman, who was but a few blocks down. He was too far to tell if it was the same, postman, but time would tell. Rick sparked a cigarette and waited. By the time the cigarette had nearly finished, he spotted Catherine walking.