1. All characters having sex are 18+
2. No characters resemble real people
3. Enjoy the fiction
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CHAPTER 3
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For years, I've been told it was a small world. I shouldn't have been surprised when I walked into the law office with Elaine and came face to face with Eva. "Hi, Wes," she said, recognizing me right away.
"You two know each other?" asked Elaine. "How do you know my sister?"
"We went out once, a few weeks back," I explained. "Eva, how are you?"
"I'm good. Elaine said you wanted to look into a potential insurance payment."
I nodded. "Yes. It's been a few years, but anything would help me out with Immy. I pointed over my shoulder to the couches in the lobby, visible through the glass wall. Immy and Emily were sitting there, playing on Emily's tablet.
"Well, it's not my area of expertise, I normally do family law, but I'll look into it," she told us. "I've also got a colleague on a different floor, Mark Turner, who knows more than I do about insurance payouts." I told her as much of the details as I could remember, and gave her whatever documents I had that would be helpful. "This all seems to be in order, Wes. I'll let you know if I need anything else."
As we walked out, Elaine said to me under her breath, "You dated my sister?"
"One date. She's nice, but we don't have much in common."
"For example?"
"How is it she doesn't like red meat?"
"Is that a dealbreaker?"
I laughed, "It is on burger night." We collected the girls and headed for home.
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Two weeks after the first shared burger night, we had Elaine and Emily over again. Elaine was wearing jeans and a hoodie, which I thought was funny, as my outfit was the same. This time, Elaine brought a couple beers in glass bottles. "What's that for?" I asked.
"We're celebrating," she told me. "I know you don't usually drink, but maybe you can make an exception."
"What are we celebrating?" asked Immy.
"Eva found the trucking company at fault, and sent her co-worker after them. It looks like you might be getting some kind of insurance payment after all," Elaine said with a grin. Emily smiled too. Elaine opened the beers and handed one to me.
I sniffed it, then sipped it. My first beer in over four years. It was bitter, but not as bitter as I remembered. "That is something to celebrate," I replied with a smile. I didn't expect much, especially after so long. But a little bit would help me pay off credit cards and put some savings into a college fund for Immy. "Did Eva say how much?"
"No, they're still working on it. It'll be a while yet before that happens."
I raised my beer. "Here's to delayed blessings."
After dinner, I convinced Immy and Emily to do the dishes together, which they did with little argument. "How'd you do that?" Elaine whispered to me.
"Well Immy does the dishes a lot anyway," I told her. "She's used to it. I just figured it would make it more fun if they did them together." We listened to the soft chatter of the girls in the next room.
"You're like a pre-teen whisperer," Elaine told me. "You'll have to teach me more later."
"When's later?"
"Let's go to dinner sometime. Just you and me."
"Like a date?"
She laughed. "Yes, like a date. You're a nice guy. Eva said you're a good date, too."
I smiled. "Well I'm glad I did well enough to earn high praise from her. Yes, I'd like to go on a date with you."
We made plans to go out on Saturday night. I'd have to call my parents, but I was sure they could watch Immy. Elaine said she'd have Eva come babysit Emily.
"You've got a lot of 'E' names in your family," I pointed out.
"Yes we do," Elaine agreed. "You should meet my parents, Ernie and Emmeline. They started it. I just continued the trend," she said, pointing at Emily, who was drying a plate.
"Was that an invitation to meet your parents?" I kidded. "We haven't even gone on a date yet."
She laughed at my joke. "Not yet. We'll see how Saturday goes, okay? One date at a time."
"Sounds like a plan. One date at a time."
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That night, I tucked Immy in. "I wanted to let you know I'm going out with Emily's mom on Saturday."
"Out? Like a date?"
"Yes. But don't freak out about it. It's just one date, okay? We're not getting married or anything."
"Right, I know." Then she started laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
She paused her laughing long enough to tell me, "Remember my birthday, Dunk? Emily said you and her mom should go out. And now you are!" She cracked up.
I guess that's hilarious to a twelve-year-old. I just found it kind of foretelling.
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