Chapter FifteenBernice Brin thought of herself as a wealthy fashionable career woman with an unfashionable lazy daughter. Astria would live in baggy jeans and baggy tee-shirts if allowed to do so. Her daughter showed no respect for herself. As their only heir, how were Brin Enterprises executives expected to follow someone like that? Her boyfriend in Calgary was even worse and a bad, bad influence.
“Something has to be done, George,” Bernice said. They gazed down at the parking lot and over Bear's Bend where traffic looked like water beetles swarming down a drain.
“We did all we could, Bernice,” her husband said. Ice cubes tinkled in the crystal glass he held in one manicured hand. “Sent her to Denmark, all the way out of the country where we thought she'd learn something about her chose
