My Father's Best Friend

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d be a counselor at a high school. Elementary school, yeah. Mayb

’re twent

l like I’m twenty. Like

eryone feel

going to take

th that fluffed her bangs. “Assert yourself, and they w

ru

n’t any older than I currently was, but they’d seemed so advanced. Back then, I figur

ng a job offer after my first application had taken me by surprise. The interview for the position at South Seattle High School was s

s away from beginning th

d while I dawdled at the top of the slide, afraid to go down. She’d come up behin

nowhere w

y wine glass in cheers. “The

inked glasses just

I ques

s. She was probably telling Matt that Dirty Pirate Guy had hit on her at yoga, an

not to do anything but to watch. Still, the very thought freaked me out. Ma

club, but I did want what they had, a relat

happened since

ve

perused the apps. I’d already tried them al

e phone in her bag, but she couldn’t

He’s getting th

ou know we d

down. “You’re

nto a frown. “Don’t make tha

nd I’d dated a bit during that time, but school and work took up nearly all my energy. Add that to the fact that I never really clicked with anyone, and the culmination of my decade of

osition wa

of your life. Things always change all at once. That’s just the way life is

mbo, but the look on Erica’s face s

ing my glass a second time.

inally gettin

e glass and sucking down some wine. Secret

hot sex. It was the holy trifecta, the t

out to hold my