Chapter III – Mom’s First Kiss

            Ginny sighed but didn’t complain.  The longer the story the longer until she’d have to turn off the lights and try to fall asleep.  As long as neither of her parents caught on to the delay, she could be patient until they told her about their first kiss.

            Kristina continued the narrative. “I was so embarrassed and sad, I just wanted to get out of there.  I needed some time to think about everything that happened. I mean, I did date Carson for a few years so it was a big decision.  Life altering at the time.” 

“Your mom walked fast when she left,” Gus nodded his head.  “She was almost to her car before I caught up with her.  As I have learned, she may be tiny but she can move quick.”  Kristina barely reached 5’3”.  Even though Gus didn’t quite hit 6’, his wife’s petite size made him seem like a comparative giant.

“But you caught up with her, right?” Ginny asked a little concerned.

Kristina smiled at her daughter.  “Yes, he did.”  She looked up and thought about that night so long ago to refresh her memory.  Then continued with the story.

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Chapter I: The Double Date – Mom’s Version

            “Mom, mom, moooooom!” Ginny yelled.

            Of course, Kristina could hear her daughter.  She was pretty sure the neighbors heard the call as well.  But she was determined not to be bullied into action by her demanding ten-year-old.  After several calls though, she couldn’t take it anymore. If her husband, Gus, had been home from work she might have had the will power to hold out a bit longer or maybe he would have responded for her.  Instead, she was tired and she needed Ginny to go to sleep so that she could fall asleep herself watching tv while waiting for Gus to come home. Her nap before bedtime was somehow her most restful sleep of the night and she needed it.

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Plan C: The Request

            Lizzie settled into some sort of restless routine.  At first, nothing felt mundane because she was aware of the fact she would soon miss all the small moments she was having with her dad.  Every moment felt like a gift.  But that feeling was short lived once the routine became familiar and she started taking those small moments for granted again.  Life was moving downstream and she got caught in the current of routine.  Until one morning when she saw her dad sitting in the kitchen.  He was normally up before she was and would work the crossword puzzle at the kitchen table.  This particular morning though, he just sat in the dark.

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