He was hesitant to bring up the subject, but he didn't want Amy to bury the hurt and have to relive it many times over."Amy, do you want to talk about...your mother? Are you really doing as well with it as you seem to be?"Amy was silent for a minute, "No, I'm fine. I made my peace with my mother yesterday. With my home life, we were more like two people thrown into a bad situation than mother and daughter. Don't get me wrong, I still loved her, but the closeness that a mother and daughter usually. ”“Are you serious?”“I don’t know, but maybe. There’s this guy I see at our swim-tennis club that I fantasize about.”Crap, I’m uncomfortable again. “Single? Married? Have you guys… done anything?”“Oh, no, nothing like that. Can’t be sure he’s interested but I’d sure like to find out.”I blurt, “Well, it sure looks like you’ve got all the equipment you need to figure that out!” I don’t ever say things like this. This is ridiculous. I need to play more golf.Jess laughs and looks straight at me from. She wore a lovely mint sundress on,fluttering in the slightest breeze with a pair of white high heels withlight colored hose encasing her legs. "Oh my.... goodness, Claire!" Chloecried out as she went to embrace her sister. "There, there, it'salright," Claire replied, taking the sibling hug in earnest."Claire would you like something?" Chloe asked as she got a waiter tocome by. "Uh, sure I'll have a green tea, if you please," Claire replied."Right away miss," the waiter stated then went back. "Shit," he exclaimed."Sam," grumbled his mother. "Don't cuss. It's nothing to do with you. Go play with your friends." Okay Mom," he said and sprinted out the door.Rubbing her face, Sarah commented, "Figures you'd take her side, Mystery. Mom, why do you let her stay friends with that Spic whore? She'll make her a whore too." Sarah!" yelled her mom."Let me," said the rounded, bespectacled sister, tall for her fourteen years, towering over her slim sister. "Yes, big sister, Marisol's my best.