WILLOW
“Dad. Hey, so I’m leaving.” I find my dad amidst the rush of the half drunk crowd. They’ve taken off their jackets and their ties. Cary Thompson has his sleeves rolled up. There’s a blonde woman hanging on to his arm.
She’s a tall, sinewy woman. I’m guessing this is Laura. The she-wolf my aunt had spoken about. She is gorgeous. I can see why my dad might have been into her all those years ago.
Laura has a glass of Chardonnay in her hand. She takes a sip, even as she looks me up and door. “Cary, so this is the famous daughter I’ve been hearing so much about.”
Really? What has she been hearing? How many people have been talking about me for her to think I’m famous?
“Yes. This is my daughter, Willow Thompson.” Cary pulls away from her grip and takes my hand.
“Wow,” she stares a
