Irene Walker

Many families had the opportunity to live here for generations and, although the town hadn't been established for even 50 years, many who put down investments of living here had formed a council, and there were currently 10 members who kept charge of all financial or service related topics that involved trades between Mable and other surrounding cities. Irene Walker grew up in a household raised and guided by one of the ten council members, Shelby F. Walker was her name. She had straightened blonde hair that was trimmed and curved at the neck, a neatly polished face that made her look only a few years older than Irene--even though she was twice her age at 36--and wore the same pressed grey suit that was befitting only to a progressing woman who had money on her mind at all times. Currently she sat at her desk, locked in her own room, her blue eyes glued to her screen. Irene had lived with her mom for 18 years, surrounded by her 9 other sisters, most of which were only two to three years apart. She still wasn't quite sure as to how, or who would be knocking her mother up bi-annually, but she'd given up questioning after her mother had birthed her second set of twins who now were 6 years old and had already begun to show off their latin complexion. That was the obvious observation that came from all this. While some were still mysteries, it was clear that most of her sisters had come from different Father's. No one looked like her, an exact replica of her mother, accept for her first sister Rebecca who managed to have the same sun-toned skin, thin nose, and blue eyes, but with red hair.

It was weird. But Irene had grown used to weird. Her mother's financials were capable of supporting this lind of... Expansion. So who was she to question it?

She spent the morning closed off in her room, spending her time on her phone until it was almost 11 o'clock. Around 11:30 she would go over to one of her neighbors' houses to house sit for the weekend. But for now, she had some time to spare.