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I'd like you to meet three sisters and, unfortunately, three orphans.
It was about a year ago, maybe more, it's hard to remember, when their parents left the estate to celebrate their twenty-fifth anniversary. They left the care of the other children to their oldest daughter, Aisling (call her Ash), and with a kiss and a witty quip, stepped into their car and disappeared past the gate to the airport. Their jet was bound for Sedona, Arizona, where they were planning on spending a couple of weeks to themselves; revitalizing the relationship after nineteen years of raising children. It felt good to finally escape without paying a babysitter their typically exorbitant fee.
They had flown for about three hours out of O'Hare and were approaching the Rockies. Soon, they would escape that bitter Midwestern winter which had buried them under fifteen feet of snow last year. Soon, it would all melt into the warm flats and mesas of Arizona.
It started with a little bit of turbulence and the seat belt light. Then some bumps and jumps. Their flight attendant closed the windows to plane, but the mother saw how badly the wing was shaking. Suddenly, the whole plane jerked to the left and it felt like they were falling or being thrashed about by a hurricane. The couple clutched each other's hands, the husband tried to comfort his wife with a kiss. The last thing she heard before it all went black was "I love you."
The McCarthy girls found out the next day when their driver, Lennox, made them breakfast. He had always been the around-the-house type of hireling, but he had never cooked for them. The news hit like a ton of bricks. Aisling felt the color drain from her face, Kelly fell into denial, and Emma started inconsolably sobbing. The driver tried to comfort them by revealing a few details of the will, but it didn't do much good. He stayed with them for the rest of the week, during which time he saw how each of them coped. They wouldn't have eaten if it weren't for him, and if he hadn't asked his wife to come help, it was almost certain they wouldn't have bathed. One day at a time, they started the road to recovery.
Aisling was nineteen, and so inherited both the estate and custody of her sisters. All of their father's assets - stocks, bonds, business revenue; not to mention the contents of their accounts - fell into her lap and went a long way toward keeping them in food. Eventually, Ash started attending university and the other girls went about finishing up high school. They're just trying to find some kind of normalcy.
Click Adult Info to meet the sisters!
It was about a year ago, maybe more, it's hard to remember, when their parents left the estate to celebrate their twenty-fifth anniversary. They left the care of the other children to their oldest daughter, Aisling (call her Ash), and with a kiss and a witty quip, stepped into their car and disappeared past the gate to the airport. Their jet was bound for Sedona, Arizona, where they were planning on spending a couple of weeks to themselves; revitalizing the relationship after nineteen years of raising children. It felt good to finally escape without paying a babysitter their typically exorbitant fee.
They had flown for about three hours out of O'Hare and were approaching the Rockies. Soon, they would escape that bitter Midwestern winter which had buried them under fifteen feet of snow last year. Soon, it would all melt into the warm flats and mesas of Arizona.
It started with a little bit of turbulence and the seat belt light. Then some bumps and jumps. Their flight attendant closed the windows to plane, but the mother saw how badly the wing was shaking. Suddenly, the whole plane jerked to the left and it felt like they were falling or being thrashed about by a hurricane. The couple clutched each other's hands, the husband tried to comfort his wife with a kiss. The last thing she heard before it all went black was "I love you."
The McCarthy girls found out the next day when their driver, Lennox, made them breakfast. He had always been the around-the-house type of hireling, but he had never cooked for them. The news hit like a ton of bricks. Aisling felt the color drain from her face, Kelly fell into denial, and Emma started inconsolably sobbing. The driver tried to comfort them by revealing a few details of the will, but it didn't do much good. He stayed with them for the rest of the week, during which time he saw how each of them coped. They wouldn't have eaten if it weren't for him, and if he hadn't asked his wife to come help, it was almost certain they wouldn't have bathed. One day at a time, they started the road to recovery.
Aisling was nineteen, and so inherited both the estate and custody of her sisters. All of their father's assets - stocks, bonds, business revenue; not to mention the contents of their accounts - fell into her lap and went a long way toward keeping them in food. Eventually, Ash started attending university and the other girls went about finishing up high school. They're just trying to find some kind of normalcy.
Click Adult Info to meet the sisters!