When Tara Clancy’s mom went from being a cleaning lady to being the girlfriend of the millionaire whose office she cleaned, Clancy’s time became divided in a strange way:
If it was a Wednesday after school, I’d be playing handball with the rest of the kids from P.S. 133. But if it was a Friday after school, I would often be getting into a stretch limo heading for his mansion in the Hamptons.
Peer into her glamorous/ordinary double life in her essay for the New York Times Magazine.
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