AFTER THE FIASCO WITH my date from the previous evening, I had no desire to go out again, especially since it was the blind date my parents set me up on. However, for that exact reason, I would go out with this idea of the perfect mate for their disappointing youngest child.
I was just grateful that my eyes were no longer swollen, and my skin had finally smoothed itself free of the red blotches. Unfortunately, I could still catch faint whiffs of the cucumber slices I had been covering my eyes with hours earlier. All I was lacking was salad dressing and croutons.
My father thought Brad Andersen was a great guy. After all, he worked as an advisor to Dad, and Dad insisted he was a young man who was determined to succeed. My mother, who had met him at a Council dinner, was impressed, and a b
