too deeply. I can smell
Dad from across the room.
The girl is brave. Really
brave. Hello, Mr. Snow. I’m
Leigh’s partner, Heather.
Dad checks her out too
long. The cheerleader
facade has him completely
confused. Uh. Oh, yeah,
right. Partner, huh?
Well, knock me over with a feather.
I told you once before
my dad was the King
of Cliché. And when
it comes to tact, I’m
pretty sure it isn’t listed
in his internal dictionary.
Linda Sue
Stands next to Dad, mouse
brown hair hanging in long
knobby ropes well past her
shoulders. Somewhere beneath
a thick sheet of makeup hides
a quite pretty woman.
After a silent minute or two
it becomes clear Dad isn’t
much for introductions either.
Finally his new attachment
says, Hello. I’m Linda Sue.
Sorry to barge in on you—