Clarissa had only been sixteen at the time of her mother’s death, and the suddenness of the bereavement had left her worryingly melancholic. Her mot...er had been her guiding light in life, and now that she was gone, the world had seemed a much crueller and darker place.* Clarissa and her father’s relationship had strengthened in the convening years, each supporting the other. There had been numerous problems, but like all real families, the two of them had always found a way to cope. It was one. I would have replaced the roof on her house if she had asked. Instead, she led me to the garage and pointed me to the lawn mower. It was just a push mower; power mowers were still rare in those days, so it took me an hour or so to cut the grass. She then asked me to trim some shrubbery in the back yard. By the time I finished it was almost eleven.When I finished, Mrs. Martin was waiting at the back door. She opened it and invited me into the kitchen. I was surprised to see that she had fixed me. Ever since he recovered, he’s new passion has been golf. He has been traveling around the country, and the world playing different courses. I’ve gone with him a few times when he’s going to somewhere new or nice,’ Peggy answered. ‘Well girl let me tell you, I think he’s fool. He could be here with a beautiful woman like you but he’s off golfing,’ Jasmine said with a smile. ‘Oh, thank you,’ Peggy replied with a smile before she added. ‘But I can’t be too mad at him, he takes good care of me, a. I can even recall her saying, "Hi, Chrissy" and giving me a pretentious fake girl hug. I was civil and cordial. I decided to set up base on the couch in front of the TV with some friends. Tiffany set up shop at the kitchen table with a bunch of guys playing cards. But there was no mistaking it even to the most obvious idiot that there were 2 cliques going on here. This portion of the night is a blur as I began to drink. And alot. I was drunk. D-R-U-N-K. Not drunk enough to the point I'm ready.