Ximenia started the week with a new approach on dating.
But this older man was just plain grumpy. Where all older men like this?
Nothing a bit of pie could not fix.
Despite him being old and grumpy, she still thought about him, wished to remain friends. Why was she so interested in being friends with this older man. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that uncle Desmond would have now aged. She hadn't seen or heard from him since her birthday, but she had heard on the grapevine that he had divorced her aunt and married another women. Would he be so much different from the grumpy old man she had just dumped?
She decided to spend the night in the granny annex to be alone, and gather her thoughts.
Tomorrow was a new day after all.
But apparently even stinky men hang about in parks.
These late night phone calls to china when ever things weren't going right were going to be expensive.
But men troubles could go on hold, her daughter was already about to become a teenager.
Owens girls were going through a distinct look, and Wisteria was proving to be no different. So different the triplets of the last generation all looked, but now, they all seemed to come from the same mold. Wisterias eyes were perhaps a shade more grey than the original blue of her family.
She took to writing like a duck to water, and started on her own novels straight away. Perhaps she got it from her great aunt Yerba who was an illustrious author.
As the weekend began Xanthorhiza tested the new trampoline, in a bikini by moonlight. She had recently decided out of the blue she wanted a job in law enforcement, and was actually doing well.
Ximenia and Xeronema had at last made time for each other, and Xeronema and wisteria were getting on well since both travelling through their teen years. They had become quite skilled at tumbling on the trampoline over the weekends.
The weekends were full of family time, barbecues and fun in the garden.
But ended with a shock when Ximenias new idea of getting a job in the politics career meant she actually had to find some sleep between socializing through the night.
But no matter how little she slept, Wisteria always managed to wake up more grumpy. Is both sides of the bed the wrong side?
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