“So, she’s really seeing someone?” I was cooking to my own despair, nodding at Dad when he frowned more over the screen; being at his small home office with toys scattered, I have started to understand how.
“Yeah, and it's all a big secret; she won’t tell me, not even a hint, and she has a new phone, she bleached her hair, and I’m pretty sure that I haven’t seen that dress on her before that she had the other day, wasn’t her… usual style… “I sighed, looking at the spaghetti suspiciously, was that done after eight minutes? What if it wasn’t? I hated to eat half-done pasta again.
Dad made another sigh, rubbing his face quick and looking like he was suffering; that hypocrite, being at home with his second soon-to-be wife, was happier than ever that she had gotten him back.
“I guess it was
