Amelia's parents could never understand how their daughter had turned out the way she had. She was 29 now and they even began to wonder if she had mental health problems. She was totally selfish, didn't seem to possess a scrap of empathy in her body and could often be incredibly cruel. Each time they came together, Gerry and Jane vowed that it would be the last time that they would cut her like deadwood from their lives. But they could never deny their own flesh and blood and old wounds were bandaged only for another to be inflicted at a later date. But perhaps that was the problem.
They believed that Harry must be a saint. He had gone to school with Amelia in the small town of Adamstown, PA, and although they had broken up several times they always seemed to gravitate back to each other. Jane hoped that Harry knew how to tame the savage beast and that her daughter was a different person with him to the one she exhibited to them. Gerry and Jane had specifically chosen the small town in which to settle because they found it quaint and peaceful. By the age of eleven, Amelia had cursed it as being claustrophobic.
Amelia had gone to Art College to train as a fashion designer and did a couple of internships with famous designers in Europe. But Gerry and Jane had never had the wherewithal to set Amelia up in her own business or even cushion the blow of having to work another job alongside the internship to keep her afloat financially. So, she worked long hours during the free work experience in a bar, even falling asleep on the studio floor from sheer exhaustion. She was a grafter, of that there was no doubt, and her parents were proud that they had raised her to be hardworking and ambitious.