15 years later...
"Calla. Do you have to be such a beauty?" Typical Kineta question. Anyone could spit it right back at her though. With her mother's inherited hair and some father's skin. She didn't really know what the father's skin was though, concidering she never saw any of it. He worked. A lot.
"Well, look at her mom!" Hayln always responded.
"Giiiiiirl, what you doin' talkin' 'bout my momma?" Calla used her ghetto act that sent her best friends into stitches.
"Wow, talk about immature. Ehmygawd mom, I don't seriously have to take the teeny-boppers out." Airlia whined right in Lena's still gorgeous but aged face. Lena gave her a look that only a mother would be capable of giving.
"You know you're taking Placido too." Lena declaired giving no option of choice.
"All that loner wants to do is sit in his room and write stories!" Airlia yelled, prepairing to give her big speech on how horrible life is being the eldest.
"He vill be a famous writer someday, let's see if he credits you!" Mr. Kaligaris responded, his greek accent showing major when he was upset.
"That's it. Take the girls. Out." Lena ushered them to the door.
"Goodbye Mr. and Mrs. Kaligaris!"
"Goodbye girls. Tell your mother's I say hello. Ask them when we are going to get together next. I can't believe I haven't seen them in ages."
It saddend the girls to see their mother's friendship drifting apart. They had heard stories about their grandmother's friendships being the same, and hoped that their mother's once unbreakable bonds wern't growing brittle when bad times came. There had been a lot of bad times lately. Kineta's mom's divorce and everyday struggles with missing her own mother were a big deal to everyone else's mothers. At least they used to be. Right now they didn't hear much from Bridget and Kineta prefered not to talk about it. The girls rarely pressed the issue.