I rolled over, looking at the smooth back of the love of my life. Our thirtieth anniversary was in three weeks. We were going to spend it on the same little island as our honeymoon. Now, though, we owned the island. The original owner did not manage his money well, and when he had to sell it, Jen bought it without telling me. We'd owned it for ten years, and it was the preferred vacation spot for our family. J.J., Jen Junior, had chosen to follow my footsteps and went into furniture design. The only thing that disappointed me with her choice was she preferred to work in plastic and metals. She won awards, so I guess it was all right. She did insist that I make her rocker when she and her husband announced they were pregnant. Her daughter is eight, and Grandma Jen is her favorite babysitter. I think she likes me, too, but it could be the little figures I carve for her.Our son Eric chose another path and became a lawyer. He married, then divorced two years later. She went for the money
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