Sixties Chick

My daughter and I are chatting via Skype; she in Brazil; I in New Jersey. She’s catching me up on her day to day in the luscious world of beaches, bikinis and black beans.

She is coming back to the States after all , but informs me that she won’t be doing a nine to five any time soon. I guess that goes for the cubicle too. Even the compelling power suit holds no sway anymore.

It took her only one corporate job to come to this conclusion. And only eight months at the job at that. Why am I not surprised? I never liked cubicles either.

I flash on the white #10 envelope that arrives each month with her name on it. It’s from her quite single-minded girlfriend, Ms. Sallie Mae, who lent her a substantial sum of money to pay for college.

I bite my tongue. In any case, what can I say? This is one offspring outcome that, in all fairness, can be blamed on the mother and not on Rio.

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