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the wood. The door was larger than average and green with windows to peep through, should someone knock unexpectedly. The house was only one level but sprawled out over 3,500 square feet. I had wondered if the house was too big, especially since only Cara and I lived there, but I could afford it and liked it.
And the house matched the land. There were nearly two hundred thousand acres that I had incorporated over the years. I had started with only two thousand and had built the ranch over the last ten years. I would continue to build it until I died.
I breathed deeply, the smells as familiar as my own, and turned towards the house. The morning’s work had left me hungry. I stamped my feet on the porch before walking inside. I had a maid who came three days a week, and just a week ago she’d let me have it for leaving dirt, horse shit, and cow shit all over the house. I was much more careful now.
In the kitchen, Cara sat at the bar, her computer open. She munched on a sandwich and chips, a glass of sweet tea near her plate. “Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, sweetie,” I answered. I walked to the sink and washed my hands, glancing down at my shirt. I contemplated a shower first, but my rumbling tummy told me food was more important. “What kind of sandwich meat do we have?”
Cara glanced up from her computer. “I’m eating turkey, but I think there’s ham as well. I left you the Muenster cheese.”
I smiled at her and blew her a kiss. “You’re the best daughter ever.”
“Yes, I am,” she said as she took another bite of her sandwich.
I began fixing my own, piling ham, turkey, and Muenster cheese on the bread. I dug through the vegetable bin for lettuce and finished off my sandwich with some mayo. I reached into the pantry for some chips, but the Doritos were gone.
“You left the Muenster but took all the Doritos. Your daughter status dropped twenty points,” I told her with a smirk.
“Twenty points! Doritos are worth twenty points?” Her voice was just like her mother’s now that she was older.
“You’re lucky I have the cheese or you might have lost fifty,” I told her. I grabbed the potato chips and walked around to sit next to her at the bar. After I sat down, she tried to put some of her Doritos on my plate. I laughed and pushed her hand away. “I was kidding, baby. The potato chips are fine.”
She put the chips back on her plate and wiped her hands on a napkin. “You look awfully tired, Dad.” She watched me as I bit into my sandwich so I didn’t have to answer. She waited, staring at my face.
“Quit staring. It’s rude,” I admonished quietly.
“Why didn’t you come home last night?” she asked, her eyes unfaltering. I could literally feel the blood climbing up my neck and coloring my face. Cara laughed loudly and punched my shoulder. “Oh, my God, Dad! Kind of gross, but also kind of awesome!”
“Gross? There is nothing gross about the human body and its needs,” I teased her, trying to embarrass her as she’d embarrassed me.
Cara rolled her eyes at me and slapped my shoulder again. “Dad, seriously. You’re so weird. And I don’t need to hear about you and Ms. Ulrich. At all.”
“Speaking of Ms. Ulrich…” I said, letting it trail off as I looked at her.
She waved a hand at me. “Come on, Dad. She’s a great teacher. She’s really nice, and you should be dating someone nice. Actually, I’m just glad you’re finally dating because I was beginning to think something was wrong with you.”
“Really?” I asked, deadpan. I spread my arms wide and gestured at myself with my hands. “What could possibly be wrong with me?”
“Whatever, Dad. If you’re going to ask me if it’s okay if you date her, I’m fine with it.” She returned to her computer as if the conversation was over.
“Thank you for your permission,” I said blandly. “I know you don’t remember your mother, but
And the house matched the land. There were nearly two hundred thousand acres that I had incorporated over the years. I had started with only two thousand and had built the ranch over the last ten years. I would continue to build it until I died.
I breathed deeply, the smells as familiar as my own, and turned towards the house. The morning’s work had left me hungry. I stamped my feet on the porch before walking inside. I had a maid who came three days a week, and just a week ago she’d let me have it for leaving dirt, horse shit, and cow shit all over the house. I was much more careful now.
In the kitchen, Cara sat at the bar, her computer open. She munched on a sandwich and chips, a glass of sweet tea near her plate. “Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, sweetie,” I answered. I walked to the sink and washed my hands, glancing down at my shirt. I contemplated a shower first, but my rumbling tummy told me food was more important. “What kind of sandwich meat do we have?”
Cara glanced up from her computer. “I’m eating turkey, but I think there’s ham as well. I left you the Muenster cheese.”
I smiled at her and blew her a kiss. “You’re the best daughter ever.”
“Yes, I am,” she said as she took another bite of her sandwich.
I began fixing my own, piling ham, turkey, and Muenster cheese on the bread. I dug through the vegetable bin for lettuce and finished off my sandwich with some mayo. I reached into the pantry for some chips, but the Doritos were gone.
“You left the Muenster but took all the Doritos. Your daughter status dropped twenty points,” I told her with a smirk.
“Twenty points! Doritos are worth twenty points?” Her voice was just like her mother’s now that she was older.
“You’re lucky I have the cheese or you might have lost fifty,” I told her. I grabbed the potato chips and walked around to sit next to her at the bar. After I sat down, she tried to put some of her Doritos on my plate. I laughed and pushed her hand away. “I was kidding, baby. The potato chips are fine.”
She put the chips back on her plate and wiped her hands on a napkin. “You look awfully tired, Dad.” She watched me as I bit into my sandwich so I didn’t have to answer. She waited, staring at my face.
“Quit staring. It’s rude,” I admonished quietly.
“Why didn’t you come home last night?” she asked, her eyes unfaltering. I could literally feel the blood climbing up my neck and coloring my face. Cara laughed loudly and punched my shoulder. “Oh, my God, Dad! Kind of gross, but also kind of awesome!”
“Gross? There is nothing gross about the human body and its needs,” I teased her, trying to embarrass her as she’d embarrassed me.
Cara rolled her eyes at me and slapped my shoulder again. “Dad, seriously. You’re so weird. And I don’t need to hear about you and Ms. Ulrich. At all.”
“Speaking of Ms. Ulrich…” I said, letting it trail off as I looked at her.
She waved a hand at me. “Come on, Dad. She’s a great teacher. She’s really nice, and you should be dating someone nice. Actually, I’m just glad you’re finally dating because I was beginning to think something was wrong with you.”
“Really?” I asked, deadpan. I spread my arms wide and gestured at myself with my hands. “What could possibly be wrong with me?”
“Whatever, Dad. If you’re going to ask me if it’s okay if you date her, I’m fine with it.” She returned to her computer as if the conversation was over.
“Thank you for your permission,” I said blandly. “I know you don’t remember your mother, but
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