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I bet they had the network connections to get him in his field,” countered Kelly.
“I’m not saying that he doesn’t come from a privileged background. I’m not saying that his family doesn’t have a secure financial background to enable him to follow the course he wanted in life. What I’m saying is he got out there and used his talents and did his own thing rather than rely on his surname and the reputation of his relatives.”
“Nothing wrong there,” said Hannah.
“He accumulates his fortune and check this out. He has a niece born with Rett Syndrome.”
“Ahhhhhh”, the table harmonized in union.
“Guys do you know what Rett syndrome is?”
The women shook their heads.
“Uh-uh,” said Zada.
“At least she’s being honest,” giggled Jenna.
“It’s a genetic neurological disorder. Messes up their bodies and well, Spencer’s niece may not get to see thirty. He doesn’t have the medical know-how to fight this horrible condition, but he spends the majority of his time and puts an excessive amount of his earnings into promoting and trying to advance research on the condition.”
“I’m waiting to hear the part where he turns into an ogre,” sighed Jenna’s mother.
“He didn’t turn into an ogre, mum.”
Hannah could tell from the sound of her voice that he had. Her hand went to her daughter’s face and she cupped her cheek and turned her toward her. Looking into her mothers almost black eyes, Jenna wanted to place her face in her mother’s lap and weep. She didn’t want to feel cheap. She didn’t want to feel used. She didn’t want to feel like a whore and she didn’t want to feel like she would never amount to anything more than a nothing, a flibbity jibbit in Spencer’s eyes.
“You’re not that, baby girl,” her mother murmured in her ear, not needing her daughter to talk.
“You want to keep it in, that’s fine. You want to share, we’ve got all the time in the world - even Kelly here.”
“I was the idiot, mum. You’d think I’d grow up or learn from my past mistakes but it doesn’t happen. He’s just another charming knight on a white horse who I thought might come and rescue me.”
The table was silent. The grownups were fully au fait with Jenna’s history.
“Still, in fairness, I suppose he did charge in and rescue me. I earned $1000 for being his date.”
“Best news ever!” said Liana punching a fist in the air.
“Hush your mouth,” snapped Hannah.
Liana never argued with her mother.
“I tore it up and threw it away. I’m not an escort. I slept with him because I wanted to, but when I saw that check on the table it seemed to make a mockery of me and my morals. I run into those good looking, charming men that can provide me financial stability, but not one of them wants the fairytale happily-ever-after with me. What’s that say about me as a person?”
“It says you haven’t met the right man,” said her mother serenely.
“It says you’re the kind of girl that merely needs a helping hand now and again because you’re so busy conquering the world as a woman of independent means,” stated Kelly positively.
“It says you aren’t the kind of girl who needs to be rescued. Where exactly could Prince Charming find a place in your life, and why would he want to? Your university fees are paid up, you’ve got a job, you’re devoted to your family and you study full time. Where in that schedule does Prince Charming get a slice of your life? You don’t need rescuing. You don’t have time for Mr Right, that’s why you never meet him.”
Liana’s assessment was the most hurtful, but Jenna knew that was because it was the most truthful.
“I don’t want to be rescued,” she snapped. “I would like to be respected and valued.”
“You are,” insisted Kelly.
“I know. And you guys mean the world to me, but I’d like it if just one man could see my potential. What I have to offer a relationship.”
“One man did,” grumbled
“I’m not saying that he doesn’t come from a privileged background. I’m not saying that his family doesn’t have a secure financial background to enable him to follow the course he wanted in life. What I’m saying is he got out there and used his talents and did his own thing rather than rely on his surname and the reputation of his relatives.”
“Nothing wrong there,” said Hannah.
“He accumulates his fortune and check this out. He has a niece born with Rett Syndrome.”
“Ahhhhhh”, the table harmonized in union.
“Guys do you know what Rett syndrome is?”
The women shook their heads.
“Uh-uh,” said Zada.
“At least she’s being honest,” giggled Jenna.
“It’s a genetic neurological disorder. Messes up their bodies and well, Spencer’s niece may not get to see thirty. He doesn’t have the medical know-how to fight this horrible condition, but he spends the majority of his time and puts an excessive amount of his earnings into promoting and trying to advance research on the condition.”
“I’m waiting to hear the part where he turns into an ogre,” sighed Jenna’s mother.
“He didn’t turn into an ogre, mum.”
Hannah could tell from the sound of her voice that he had. Her hand went to her daughter’s face and she cupped her cheek and turned her toward her. Looking into her mothers almost black eyes, Jenna wanted to place her face in her mother’s lap and weep. She didn’t want to feel cheap. She didn’t want to feel used. She didn’t want to feel like a whore and she didn’t want to feel like she would never amount to anything more than a nothing, a flibbity jibbit in Spencer’s eyes.
“You’re not that, baby girl,” her mother murmured in her ear, not needing her daughter to talk.
“You want to keep it in, that’s fine. You want to share, we’ve got all the time in the world - even Kelly here.”
“I was the idiot, mum. You’d think I’d grow up or learn from my past mistakes but it doesn’t happen. He’s just another charming knight on a white horse who I thought might come and rescue me.”
The table was silent. The grownups were fully au fait with Jenna’s history.
“Still, in fairness, I suppose he did charge in and rescue me. I earned $1000 for being his date.”
“Best news ever!” said Liana punching a fist in the air.
“Hush your mouth,” snapped Hannah.
Liana never argued with her mother.
“I tore it up and threw it away. I’m not an escort. I slept with him because I wanted to, but when I saw that check on the table it seemed to make a mockery of me and my morals. I run into those good looking, charming men that can provide me financial stability, but not one of them wants the fairytale happily-ever-after with me. What’s that say about me as a person?”
“It says you haven’t met the right man,” said her mother serenely.
“It says you’re the kind of girl that merely needs a helping hand now and again because you’re so busy conquering the world as a woman of independent means,” stated Kelly positively.
“It says you aren’t the kind of girl who needs to be rescued. Where exactly could Prince Charming find a place in your life, and why would he want to? Your university fees are paid up, you’ve got a job, you’re devoted to your family and you study full time. Where in that schedule does Prince Charming get a slice of your life? You don’t need rescuing. You don’t have time for Mr Right, that’s why you never meet him.”
Liana’s assessment was the most hurtful, but Jenna knew that was because it was the most truthful.
“I don’t want to be rescued,” she snapped. “I would like to be respected and valued.”
“You are,” insisted Kelly.
“I know. And you guys mean the world to me, but I’d like it if just one man could see my potential. What I have to offer a relationship.”
“One man did,” grumbled
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