“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?”
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. -My Dads Hot Girlfriend- 09-26-2016 Dani Daniel...
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.” “You just what
Her name was Mira. She was thirty-two, eleven years younger than him, with dark curly hair that smelled like coconut and sea salt. She laughed when I fell—not meanly, but warmly—and helped me up as if I were a toddler who’d just learned to walk. “You must be Leo,” she said. “Your dad talks about you constantly.” Your dad’s midlife crisis