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I
’
ll
miss
you
,
too
…
more
than
you
know
…
I
gaze
at
my
mom
.
She
is
on
her
fourth
marriage
.
Maybe
she
does
know
something
about
men
after
all
.
“
Most
men
are
moody
,
darling
,
some
more
than
others
.
Take
your
father
,
for
instance
…
”
Her
eyes
soften
and
sadden
whenever
she
thinks
of
my
dad
.
My
real
dad
,
this
mythical
man
I
never
knew
,
snatched
so
cruelly
from
us
in
a
combat
training
accident
when
he
was
a
marine
.
Part
of
me
thinks
my
mom
has
been
looking
for
someone
like
my
dad
all
this
time
…
maybe
she
’
s
finally
found
what
she
’
s
looking
for
in
Bob
.
Pity
she
couldn
’
t
find
it
with
Ray
.
“
I
used
to
think
your
father
was
moody
.
But
now
when
I
look
back
,
I
just
think
he
was
too
caught
up
in
his
job
and
trying
to
make
a
life
for
us
.
”
She
sighs
.
“
He
was
so
young
,
we
both
were
.
Maybe
that
was
the
issue
.
”
Hmm
…
Christian
is
not
exactly
old
.
I
smile
fondly
at
her
.
She
can
become
very
soulful
thinking
about
my
father
,
but
I
’
m
sure
he
had
nothing
on
Christian
’
s
moods
.
“
Bob
wants
to
take
us
out
tonight
for
dinner
.
To
his
golf
club
.
”
“
Oh
no
!
Bob
’
s
started
playing
golf
?
”
I
scoff
in
disbelief
.
“
Tell
me
about
it
,
”
groans
my
mother
,
rolling
her
eyes
.
AFTER
A
LIGHT
LUNCH
back
at
the
house
,
I
start
to
unpack
.
I
am
going
to
treat
myself
to
a
siesta
.
My
mother
has
disappeared
to
mold
some
candles
or
whatever
she
does
with
them
,
and
Bob
is
at
work
,
so
I
have
time
to
catch
up
on
some
sleep
.
I
open
the
Mac
and
fire
it
up
.
It
’
s
two
in
the
afternoon
in
Georgia
,
eleven
in
the
morning
in
Seattle
.
I
wonder
if
I
have
a
reply
from
Christian
.
Nervously
,
I
open
up
my
e
-
mail
.
