Tentacle Romance

their wedding night, at least that was the story I got. After her death, he’d remained a lone and l

nd companionship with somebody he loved and that loved him. He’d wave hi

ently kept his clients from avoiding the bust cycles in various industries that often sank other investment managers. As good as he wa

invited me to dinner that Friday evening; not an unusual event. What was unusual was that he had a ‘woman’ that he wanted me to meet, and it was obviously

icked up on the first ring

ly asked, without any preliminar

ay to return my call to her about dinner, and as the time gets closer, I’m starting to get cold feet. Yes, I invited her ... and her sister who she didn’t want to

ed a wingman?” I teased. We often had more of a r

ely in college. Ergo, I haven’t really dated anybody in twenty-six-plus years and I didn’t do much back then either. I won’t know what to say, h

he obviously couldn’t see o

ol and asked whether the two of them could swim. Of course, I said they could before and-or after

out doing anything special. Ho

truck up a conversation. She got me talking. I think we liked each other right away. She talked about her s

d. The invitation was the first thing that popped into my head; I didn’t want to leave without some way to be in touch with her again. She gave me her number and asked

ody special’, you said?” I was laughing. This

e, she’s a lot younger than I am. That’s part of what scares me about tonight. My confidence has sun

’re not, eventually she’ll figure out the true you, a

ed my own memory of Crystal. I did need t

chicken ready to barbecue, and several side dishes ready to serve including a large house salad. My dad could be quite domestic when he was in the mood. Th

impressive as you know. She’ll love your bank account. Be sur

d me in his stare. “Yes, she’s desirable, but I’m not sure I’m ready

is her

e of information; only her name – Trish, but she did call her a

ave wine or beer to offer t

nd some beer being cooled. He then got out the blender and started to set up to make margaritas. He had

, the door chime rang. I stood, “I’ll get it.” My dad lo

in a grandiose gesture. I certainly had a smile

yst

av

and I stared at each other. We’d par

y happened. “Welcome to my father’s home. Are you

I go by ... Errr, this is awkward. This dinner was why I couldn’t accept your invitation this evening.

ter and had also inherited the good looks and welcoming personality that her sister had also received

were still standing on the

r sister. “This is my older sister Tris