Cover image from Free Stock Photos: Railroad Track On A Fall Day by Curtis Dean Wilson
The girls blushed.
“No, ma’am,” Inez said. “You don’t mind that I’m older?”
Deirdre shook her head. “I want him happy. If you do that, then I don’t mind.”
Their guests didn’t linger, but the young men walked the girls out to see them off, and stayed quite a while. When they returned, they were both smeared with lipgloss, which Deirdre politely ignored, though she did tell them to wash.
“Are you happy?” she asked when they came back.
She was seated in the recliner, alone in the living room. Fred was playing Call of Duty with his younger sons. They were yelling and swearing loudly in the den.
“Getting there,” Eoin said. “She’s not Wendy, but I believe she could be more.”
“Good. Keep it in your pants,” she ordered sternly.
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