-my Dads Hot Girlfriend- 09-26-2016 Dani Daniel... -

The first time I saw her, I tripped over the dog. Not a graceful stumble—a full-on, face-plant-into-the-coffee-table, kibble-scattering disaster. Because my dad, the man who wore socks with sandals and clipped coupons for canned tuna, had somehow landed her .

“You just what?” She turned off the faucet, dried her hands slowly. “Think I’m some kind of homewrecker? A gold digger? Your dad’s midlife crisis?” -My Dads Hot Girlfriend- 09-26-2016 Dani Daniel...

“You see a ‘hot girlfriend,’” she continued, putting air quotes around the words. “But I see a man who cries at dog commercials and still writes letters by hand. That’s who your dad is. And you? You’re the person he loves most in the world.” The first time I saw her, I tripped over the dog

For three weeks, I watched her like a nature documentary. She painted watercolors in the backyard, humming Billie Holiday. She fixed the garbage disposal without a manual. She called my dad “honey” and meant it. I hated her for being perfect. I hated myself for noticing the way her tank top clung to her when she stretched to reach the top shelf. “You just what

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Her name was Mira. She was thirty-two, eleven years younger than him, with dark curly hair that smelled like coconut and sea salt. She laughed when I fell—not meanly, but warmly—and helped me up as if I were a toddler who’d just learned to walk. “You must be Leo,” she said. “Your dad talks about you constantly.”