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“Shit,” I mutter to myself
That’s Clayton Matthews for you Gets so lost in thought about what to do about a particular female that he completely loses track of said female
A quick search around the house finds that Stevie actually left I had only agreed in a dazed thoughtlessness, without actuallyit But she clearly didn’t know that
Rushing outside finds her cli back I call out to her just as the door slams shut
The next itated
Whatever rooe I can’t see my phone obsessively to see if she’s responded to any of ain Really, it shouldn’t matter I just want to see her so I can officially disht?
Winston doesn’t help things
“Where’s Stevie?” He asks every tio or his mini dinosaurs, which usually rounds out to be thirty minutes or so
“She’s not working today,” is all I have the heart to tell him
As much as this sucks, it’s for the best There’s no way I want to get into that kind of situation with my son’s nanny Not only is it a conflict of interest, it’s just plain
By lunch tih a hole in the wall Thankfully,to watch Winston while I s
At lunch, Philip’s dressed in his usual debonair attire, a full pinstriped suit, with a slightly amused smile
There’s usually a whole swathe of reasons why his smile carries that playful tilt Today, it’s because of what bad father of the century, yours truly, is telling him
“So what do I do?” I finally ask after I’ve given him a five-minute rundown of just how ht
Philip tilts his head one way and then another He picks up his water glass and swishes around the ice cubes before e a quarter of it in hisstare
“Seriously? You fuck her”
Midway through sipping my drink, I practically spit it out in shock Philip cracks up while I heave to regain my breath
“Damn, you should’ve seen your face, man!”
When I recover enough to deliver hilare, he spread his hands on the table
“Co”
I only deepenere fucking with me, but a part ofStevie again and seeing where things took us
“What I have to ask is, why are you even askingme curiously, like a cat, “You obviously have to fire the woman”
“Winston gets along with her so well,” I say wistfully, flicking a hopeful glance his way, “and then—”
He s innocent