Jane was wistful. As heiress to the St. Joseph baby aspirin fortune, she longed for the days when parents bought the stuff by the case. The company reinvented itself many times over the years, and this didn't come without lean times and heartache.
Her father had been truthful from the start: he knew that the business world was brutal, people fickle. He told Jane and her siblings that they would need to be innovative, hire smart people who knew how to change with the times. Jane's brother Tom and sister Bunny were not up for this kind of brash reality: they absconded with their piece of the aspirin pie without sticking around to see if St. Joseph could survive into the 21st century.
So Jane, the baby of the family, was left to struggle on her own. Well, not exactly on her own: her husband and son were CFO and Director of Development, respectively. She loved their optimism, but she still missed the influence that little pink bottle had in days past.
