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GoddessChapter 3 Dad
WHEN I ASKED HEBE OUT on a formal date a few years ago, I received an invitation I couldn't refuse from Mr. Z. He knew who I was, of course. The girls and Oscar and I had been friends since kindergarten, but none of that mattered now. It was the first day of summer after our freshman year at college, and this was my first official date with Hebe. I was no stranger in either girl's house, nor they in mine, and I'd never kept track of the many meals we'd had together. Until now Hebe and I...