I sit alone at the dinner table, fiddling with Marianne’s business card as I wait for my soup to cool. The big house always seems so quiet and empty whenever Adam is away on business, which is fairly often these days. And it seems so pointless to have a house this big now that our daughter Taylor has grown up and moved away, but Adam won’t part with it.
He always makes the excuse that we’ll need the space when the grandchildren come to visit, but I honestly think the big house has always been more of a status symbol for him. Besides, Taylor is just as driven as he is, so unless she can figure out a way to outsource it, I just can’t picture her settling down with anyone long enough to have kids.
I’m guessing my workaholic daughter wouldn’t be upset about people called her Miss Johnson. Go
