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EMMA
The whole first week of work, Mr. Taylor and I ate our daily snack together. We somehow ended up going at the same time each day, running into each other every day. And I always loved the special Yollie made. Although the PB&J had been my favorite.
When Saturday came, I faked a stomachache, and Dad let me stay home. But he did tell me that I would have to go the next time Christopher invited us. Dad wasn’t of the same mind as his friend when it came to my explanation of why I didn’t want to be forced to meet Christopher’s daughters.
That didn’t surprise me much. But one way my father did surprise me—quite pleasantly, I might add—was when he told me how great I looked in my business attire and how much he approved of the new look. The tiny bit of makeup I’d been wearing was okay
