As dad and I drove home he asked me what I thought. I told him she seemed nice and that I liked her. Both were true, even though I didn't like that I liked her.
Then I said,"I didn't remember how gorgeous she was."
Dad said he thought I was beautiful too.
"Dad, the whole restaurant did not turn and look at me when I walked in."
"Well," he said. "I see you all the time, and every time I see you I am amazed by how pretty you are. When I don't see you for a while, and you come home, I am always, again, struck by your beauty."
That made me feel good, but in a way I didn't remember dad telling me I was pretty, made me feel before. I felt more like I was being compared, woman to woman, with Laurel. I liked that. .
Laurel came over. Dad opened some wine. Eventually I began to feel like a 3r
