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"Dad," my twenty-one year old daughter called out, "It's Mom on the phone - she wants to talk to you." I groaned inwardly. If my wife wanted to talk, it meant only one thing - she wanted more money. Either that, or another costly favor. "Just a minute, sweetie," I shouted back, "I'll get it." To my relief, my daughter replied, "Wait - don't bother. I'll bring it out myself." Ah! This was life Darcy. Lazy, relaxed, and most of all, pampered by an adult daughter who still views...