'You're a terrible daughter, you've always been a terrible daughter, the very worst that any loving mother has ever had to endure. I want no more of your pathetic cards, letters or telephone calls; I do not wish to hear from you EVER!...AM I CLEAR?' Without waiting for a reply, the blonde rose to her feet, turned on her heel and walked out of the bar and into a waiting car. The brunette sat very, very still for a few moments then, pulling herself together she hailed a waiter and asked him to call her a cab. Lucinda StClair had never felt more unwanted, unloved or alone. Of course, Lucinda was no stranger to these feelings...why would she be? This had been her life's pattern from her earliest memories but Lucinda was an optimist, she had always dreamed of loving and being loved. Lucinda is constantly searching for the love that she feels is waiting for her just around the corner.