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The divorce hadn’t been overly nasty, but what divorce is sweet and flowery? Dad had moved out, left town, and now lived less than ten minutes from the airport. Tanissa had never seen his apartment. But they’d be together for almost three weeks, and she had been looking forward to it in the days before school let out.
She
didn’t even know why. She had no friends
in town, and unless one of her friends called and arranged a meeting somewhere,
she’d be hanging out with a guy in his thirties who hated everything her
generation thought was cool.
She mentioned something along those
lines as they waited for her suitcase to show up on the conveyer belt.
“About that,” Dad said, and stiffened
up. “I, uh, got some bad news.”
“What?”
He took his arm from around
her. “I wasn’t able to get this week
off. My vacation starts Monday.”
“What
do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m gonna have to come back
here tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.
I’m sorry, I just couldn’t manage it.”
“But I thought you were the boss.”
Dad sighed. “I’m supervisor, not the boss. So, you’re gonna have to be on your own for
three days this week.”
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