” She ran her hand through her daughter’s hair. “He got overwhelmed and he’s sorry. Do you think it’s going to become a habit?”“I don’... trust those girls.”“Do you trust David?” She asked her daughter.“I don’t how to!” Leanne wailed. Her mom pulled her into a hug.“It’s not easy.” Her mom agreed. “This is the first boy to ever ask you out and I know you liked him forever.”“Eddie actually asked me out a bunch of times.” Leanne countered. “Plus a few of the gross hockey guys.”“OK. How about, the. ’ ‘A girl always remembers her first kiss. She will always be able to tell you who, where, when, how, and why.’ ‘I remember mine.’ ‘A man never remembers his. Their brains are not wired that way.’ ‘Do you want to cover your ears Gordon, or is it just a waste of time?’ ‘If you don’t want me to know what mommy says, I have to cover my eyes and my ears.’ ‘Do you have four hands Gordon?’ ‘No I only have two.’ ‘In that case you are going to hear mommy say a bad word.’ ‘My first kiss was a week ago. He invited all of his friends. The whole house was open. In hindsight I suppose I should have limited the number of guests. The day of the party, it appeared that everyone in his graduating class was in my house or in my backyard. Two days ago I received my signed divorce papers in the mail. From the onset, I was stationed at the grill. Occasionally I got as far as the drink table and, thank God, the bathroom but mostly I was surrounded by eighteen year olds swilling down sodas and eating. " "I'm intrigued," Annie said, "tell me." "Well, it might not be entirely appropriate." "Come on, look who you're talking to. Spit it out." "OK, here's my idea. We each have to go in the ladies room and shave legs, arms, armpits, and pubes. The other one of us stands guard outside the door. Then, whoever can do it the fastest and with the least nicks, smoothest shave and lest razor burn is the winner." "I'm in," Annie said, instantly, "but what's the prize and what's the penalty." Annie.