It was two years ago today that my wife and her mother passed.She releases the countertop and turns toward me as she says, “Dad.”“Yes,” I repl....“Are you ever going to date?”Not wanting to take part in this conversation, I stand and begin to walk away.She slams her hands against the countertop as she shouts, “Damnit Dad, do not walk out on me.”An outburst is unusual for her, and it surprises me. I stare into her eyes trying to understand. Her facial expression doesn’t express hurt. It expresses. "You know Howdy, I'm so happy for Gypsy. I haven't heard her this excited about anything since her husband died two years ago." She crossed her legs slowly, and put her finger to her lips, tracing them from corner to corner slowly. She sensuously pushed her skirt up and down her thigh. Acting as if she was inspecting the inside hem or something, she casually lifted and pulled the skirt to mid thigh, exposing the tops of her nylons and garter straps. Catching me staring at her legs, she smiled,. Shit! I only wanted to put in twenty dollars! Brad released the nozzle, and the register stopped at just under $29. He stood there, looking at her, trying to think of what to say. Hold on, said Katie. She leaned over into the car for her purse, her silky red thong exposing itself over the top of her shorts. She grabbed the twenty and tried to fish around for other change. She didnt have a credit card, and her bank account was empty. She let out a sigh as she handed him the twenty. I cant find. But, as we’d been keeping her grandchildren happily occupied, we got a free pass and a warm welcome.We smilingly accepted the heavily laden plates Mom passed over.Mom had made sure my beloved would see me at my absolute gluttonous worst by serving her special fried chicken, onion sauce and dumplings with green beans. Always been my favorite meal, always will be. I muttered a quick apology to my arteries, promising them some serious cardio exercise the coming week to work off the calories. Dad.