"...and then, after Kevin left and STILL wouldn't tell me what was wrong, Lance just avoided me for the rest of the day."
Jen looked up at her mother, who was standing next to the stove. Her mug of cocoa hat long since cooled, as Jen had delved into all of the details of her day. She had listened, questioning in the appropriate places, to the entire saga, with the same half-smile on her face.
"What do you think, Mom?"
"I think I'm glad I found your father."
"Gee, thanks for your help."
"Honey, you know we love you."
"I do, Mom. Can I ask you what you think of Kevin?"
"That's kind of blunt, Jennipher."
"It's just that - I don't know. I like him and all, but..."
"Worried about remembering him forever as your prom date?"
"Well...oh my goodness...I am."
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