here. Like father like son," he said. "And he doesn't

care about age either. That's why he can't hold onto a

secretary long."

"Really? But he has such a beautiful wife," I

said, gazing back at him again despite Cary's

admonition. "Some men are never satisfied. It's an ego

thing."

"Oh. Since when did you get so wise about

these matters?" I asked, perhaps a bit too sharply. He

shot me a pained look.

"I'm just looking out for you, Melody," he said.

He walked on in a sulk until I put my hand on his and

he turned back to me.

"I'm glad you are, Cary," I said. It brought the

lightness and gaiety back to his face.

May met us at the dairy counter and we

finished our shopping. As we left the store, I saw Mr.

Jackson putting his groceries into his car. He saw me,

too, and paused to wave. I started to wave back when

I saw Cary was watching out of the corner of his eye. "Damn flirt," he said under his breath. Was he right? I wondered. I didn't know

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nbsp; whether to be flattered or frightened by the attention

of an older man. After all, look where daydreaming

about Kenneth got me. Nowhere but sad. It made

sense, however. Even Mama Arlene used to use that

expression as if it were gospel: Like father like son.

Except, what about Kenneth? I thought. He wasn't like

his father, and Cary wasn't like his.

I wondered. Was I anything like mine?

Unfortunately, I doubted that I would ever know. When we arrived home, we found Aunt Sara

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