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Jig: Where you at?

Copper: Dotty’s Ice Cream

Jig: WTF? Whatever, be there in 5

Interesting What the hell could that be about?

“Good, princess?”

Beth looked up at hispoon up for hiot to hih as hell MC president if he wasover Beth faster than her ice cream

“You bet I do” Hethe ice creaain

“Copper?”

“Yeah, princess” He sucked his thick, chocolatey concoction through the insufficient straw

“How come you aren’t my daddy?”

There went the shake, straight down his windpipe Copper coughed as the cold liquid not only cut off his air supply but caused an icy burn in the back of his throat “Well, I, uh…” Jesus, why the fuck wouldn’t she ask Shell this shit?

“Cuz, look,” Beth said, grabbing one of her pigtails “Our hair is almost the same color”

That was true Shell’s was a little more strawberry blond than true red, but it wasn’t far off What the hell was he supposed to say now? Well, rumor has it, your mother fucked some asshole who looked like me because she hat? Bitter? Lonely? Desperate? Those questions had tortured Copper from the moment he’d seen Beth’s red curls “Well, what did your mom tell you about your dad?”

Huh, why hadn’t he thought to ask her this before? Shell was a steel trap on the subject of Beth’s’ father, but she ht? And it wasn’t like Beth could keep a secret to save her life

“Mommy said there are lots of types of families Some with a mommy and a daddy Some with just a mommy, or just a daddy Even some with two daddies or two mommies” She recounted it without e seeh she spoke, ninety percent of her focus was on scooping both ice cream and sprinkles onto her spoon “But I heard her on the phone with Auntie Toni once, and she said my dad was a ‘piece of shit sonofabitch’ What’s that ht?”

Despite hiirl, there are a few bad words in there Truth is, princess, I do not know much about your dad I never met him”

Beth grunted as she shoved a giant spoonful of ice cream into her mouth “I wif you were my dad,” she said, mouth full “Maybe you should may mommy”