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Catherina's boyfriend, Richard, seems to be a nice enough guy. He's twenty-seven-years old, has a job ... he's a primary school teacher ... and he appears to be dedicated to Catherina.

Unlike almost every young couple in Seychelles, they tried living on their own for a while and rented an apartment. Not prepared for the actual costs of maintaining a home, they gave up after a few months and moved in with Catherina's mother and her boyfriend.

Catherina has never lived with her mother before, having been raise by her grandmother. She was the first child, and as is common here, her mother moved on from Catherina's father soon after her birth and had better things to do than raise a child. Subsequent children followed, fathered by other men, and Catherina settled into life with Grandmere.

Mom's house is actually Step-dad's house (unofficial step, as very few bother to marry on this island), and at this stage is not providing a pleasant atmosphere. I'm guessing that the pregnancy is not helping matters.

By the way, this is a good place to follow up on the first sentence in this series about the sack full of nickels that smacked me square in the kisser ...

Last week, Catherina's mother had a birthday. She was thirty-six. This is younger than my oldest child. So ...

Catherina could be my GRANDDAUGHTER, which would make her child age-appropriate for a GREAT GRANDCHILD to me.

Yikes.

Yes, it could have happened. Much like in Catherina's family, my mother had me at 19 ... I had my daughter at 18 ... if she had followed the family tradition I would now have a granddaughter Catherina's age .... and if that child reproduced on the schedule I would be about to be a great grandmother.

Ack!

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