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Your fifth wedding to be exact

When the cursing on the rig quiets, I see fourtheir winter coveralls juarettes while the other two spins around to fight with the next thirty-foot section of pipe that’s half frozen to the pallet Wind whips throughhouse through the smallin the door

“I thought you swore off wo as Iclose onfor the es and sensors help guide our never-ending search for the next big hit

“Yeah, I did But when you et away, and I want my son there to help celebrate”

Since my mom died in a car accident when I was just seven, h more women than I can reh for et attached I once wondered if our front door was revolving, the way one would be on the way out and the other on the way in

Didn’t sit ith me I took the other route, a handful of pseudo-relationships in s I own are e for companionship

“And Kara?” I ask waiting for what I knoill be a disappointing reply from my dad

There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and I alust into be family”

“Right And she’s my sister”

He laughs, but there’s no humor in it “No, she isn’t She’s not even your stepsister Her mother and I were hardly married It does not make someone family I didn’t love her, not like Gayl”

Kara’s s’ A Slovakian ballerina so that you ht expect a prima donna, but that wasn’t her at all She was kind, friendly, the sort of wo as a step-mom Unfortunately, her relationship with my dad lasted et eleven-year-old me