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Ginny was fascinated. She had never seen that much white on a car before. She was so entranced, that she didn't notice her sister or the scary lady get out of the car and head into the house. All she saw was the white, all she felt was the paint brush in her hand and all she could image was the many pretty colors.
Samantha smiled as she caught a glimpse of a girl she had come to know very well. She was happy to note that not much had changed over the years. Sparrow still appeared to be as scattered as always.
"SAMANTHA!"
"Hello Sparrow."
"What are you doing with my stepdaughter?"
"I have come to offer a job working for my son's campaign."
"Really," said Sparrow as she put her drink down on the counter and leaned against it. "What did you say?' The last question was directed at Mac.
"I said no. I didn't think the O'Connelly's would be too happy if I did." Sparrow looked confused for a moment.
"The feud!"
"Right."
"Now that that's cleared up, I have told your stepdaughter to think about my offer and to talk to you. I have to leave now. Where is my assistant?"
"I do believe Atticus may be getting her mercifully drunk." Samantha quit trying to put on her gloves and shot an annoyed look at Sparrow.
"Oh they don't make assistants like they use to. Now a day they seem to think they deserve respect for what they do."
"Them crazy kids."
"Hum. STEPHANIE LET'S GO PLEASE!" In an instant the door to the living room flung open and out raced Stephanie still holding a martini glass and looking frazzled.
"Right away ma'am!" All but sprinting to the door of the limo, she opened the passenger door and waited.
"Good evening."
"Goodbye Samantha." The two women watched the wildcat as she calmly sat in the limo. A second later, almost before Staphanie could get in, it tore away from the curb. Ginny with a raised paintbrush and looking very surprised was revealed.
"Where did it go?" said Ginny looking very annoyed. "I didn't get to finish the afro!"
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Later that night, after Ginny had been put to bed, Mac sat across her stepmother in the living room prepared to ask some questions.
"Sparrow?"
"Yes?" said Sparrow as she looked up from her newspaper.
"How do you know Samantha Lyon?"
"Everyone knows Samantha Lyon who works in New York as the head of something."
"But on such friendly terms? Particularly for an O'Connelly? Who have been feuding with the other since 1914?"
"You just hit the nose on the button. Take the job, Mac."
"I can't. I'll lose all my connections and everyone will be mad at me."
"No you won't and no they won't."
"Yes I will and yes they will."
"Then work around it."
"I suppose I could."
"Of course you can, you have no choice but to. You have no job and no prospects for others."
"Oh yeah."
"Hum."
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Ginny was fascinated. She had never seen that much white on a car before. She was so entranced, that she didn't notice her sister or the scary lady get out of the car and head into the house. All she saw was the white, all she felt was the paint brush in her hand and all she could image was the many pretty colors.
Samantha smiled as she caught a glimpse of a girl she had come to know very well. She was happy to note that not much had changed over the years. Sparrow still appeared to be as scattered as always.
"SAMANTHA!"
"Hello Sparrow."
"What are you doing with my stepdaughter?"
"I have come to offer a job working for my son's campaign."
"Really," said Sparrow as she put her drink down on the counter and leaned against it. "What did you say?' The last question was directed at Mac.
"I said no. I didn't think the O'Connelly's would be too happy if I did." Sparrow looked confused for a moment.
"The feud!"
"Right."
"Now that that's cleared up, I have told your stepdaughter to think about my offer and to talk to you. I have to leave now. Where is my assistant?"
"I do believe Atticus may be getting her mercifully drunk." Samantha quit trying to put on her gloves and shot an annoyed look at Sparrow.
"Oh they don't make assistants like they use to. Now a day they seem to think they deserve respect for what they do."
"Them crazy kids."
"Hum. STEPHANIE LET'S GO PLEASE!" In an instant the door to the living room flung open and out raced Stephanie still holding a martini glass and looking frazzled.
"Right away ma'am!" All but sprinting to the door of the limo, she opened the passenger door and waited.
"Good evening."
"Goodbye Samantha." The two women watched the wildcat as she calmly sat in the limo. A second later, almost before Staphanie could get in, it tore away from the curb. Ginny with a raised paintbrush and looking very surprised was revealed.
"Where did it go?" said Ginny looking very annoyed. "I didn't get to finish the afro!"
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Later that night, after Ginny had been put to bed, Mac sat across her stepmother in the living room prepared to ask some questions.
"Sparrow?"
"Yes?" said Sparrow as she looked up from her newspaper.
"How do you know Samantha Lyon?"
"Everyone knows Samantha Lyon who works in New York as the head of something."
"But on such friendly terms? Particularly for an O'Connelly? Who have been feuding with the other since 1914?"
"You just hit the nose on the button. Take the job, Mac."
"I can't. I'll lose all my connections and everyone will be mad at me."
"No you won't and no they won't."
"Yes I will and yes they will."
"Then work around it."
"I suppose I could."
"Of course you can, you have no choice but to. You have no job and no prospects for others."
"Oh yeah."
"Hum."