A rich man's hedonistic lifestyle shocks his mother. The maid is made; Sister is made for Brother.
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The maid's daughter woke me, gently shaking my shoulder. "Phone, Thomas. Your mother."
I looked up at her, shielding my eyes from the sun that blazed in the sky directly behind her head. "Thanks Esmeralda." She smiled and handed me a cordless phone and walked back to the house.
I said "Hello, Mom."
"How are you, Dear? What's my favorite son doing to pass the time on a cold winter day?"
"Your 'only' son is lounging by the pool, talking to his favorite mother. It's 80 degrees here. What's up?"
"Thomas... There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it: Rob and I are getting a divorce."
I sat up in my deck chair. "Good," I said. "Great, in fact. Mom, I'
