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Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places
Dee loved the morning bus pickup. All the
candy dads with kids. Easy pickings—she did like her sweets scintillating conversation.
When Charles said he was being reassigned, she pouted–externally.
“Pentagon.” His chest puffed out. Seriously. He was so bantam that way. Insufferable. Fool.
Suburbs, professional fathers, unappreciated by their single-minded, career-oriented wives? One would be lonely. One would want a sleek, throaty-laughing woman. She salivated.
Dee flirted with two dads. Negated the first. Wife was a lawyer do-gooder. The second? David. Nice wife, let herself go—gray-streaked hair? Shameful.
Dee and David. Alliteration even.
Found: one sugary daddy.