She touched my shoulder—brief, sisterly. Then she picked up a dish towel and threw it at my face. “Now dry faster. You’re useless.”
For three weeks, I watched her like a nature documentary. She painted watercolors in the backyard, humming Billie Holiday. She fixed the garbage disposal without a manual. She called my dad “honey” and meant it. I hated her for being perfect. I hated myself for noticing the way her tank top clung to her when she stretched to reach the top shelf.
My heart hammered. “Sorry. I just…” -My Dads Hot Girlfriend- 09-26-2016 Dani Daniel...
Sometimes the most awkward beginnings make the clearest endings.
“You see a ‘hot girlfriend,’” she continued, putting air quotes around the words. “But I see a man who cries at dog commercials and still writes letters by hand. That’s who your dad is. And you? You’re the person he loves most in the world.” She touched my shoulder—brief, sisterly
Six months later, they got married in our backyard. I was the best man. And when I gave my speech, I said, “The first time I met Mira, I fell over the dog.” Everyone laughed. I looked at her, and she winked.
Dad was working late. Mira offered to make dinner—spaghetti carbonara, my favorite. We ate in near silence, the only sound the clink of forks. Afterward, she washed dishes while I dried. You’re useless
That was the moment I stopped seeing my dad’s hot girlfriend and started seeing Mira.
“You just what?” She turned off the faucet, dried her hands slowly. “Think I’m some kind of homewrecker? A gold digger? Your dad’s midlife crisis?”
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I was seventeen. And for the first time in my life, I understood why ancient Greeks started wars over a face.