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I'm sorry to have to tell you this way, but your mother and I are separating. When I pressed my mouth together, he corrected, Stepmother. We're just - We're going in different directions. I don't know what to say, Dad.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this way, but your mother and I are separating." When I pressed my mouth together, he corrected, "Stepmother. We're just - We're going in different directions." "I don't know what to say, Dad. 'Hurray' just seems wrong.

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Mother, Sorry, Dad
Darynda Jones (2013). “Fifth Grave Past the Light”, p.314, Macmillan

Oh, I forgot to tell you," Cookie said. "Amber wants your dad to get a teriyaki machine so she can sing for all the lonely barflies." "I'm a good singer, mom." Only a twelve-year-old could make the word mom sound blasphemous. I leaned into Cookie, "Does she know its not called--?" "No," she whispered. "Are you gonna tell her?" "No. It's much funnier this way.

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Mom, Lonely, Dad

Cookie had taken her daughter amber to school then walked the thirty-something feet to work earlier. Our business was on the second floor of Calamity's, my dad's bar, which sat right in front of our apartment building. The short commute was nice and rarely invloved rabid raccoons.

Darynda Jones
Daughter, Dad, Nice
Darynda Jones (2015). “The Charley Davidson Series”, p.750, St. Martin's Press

This guy in high school tried to run me over with his dad’s SUV. Bad shoved the vehicle through a store window.” The memory brought a smile to my face.

Darynda Jones
Running, Memories, Dad
Darynda Jones (2015). “The Charley Davidson Series”, p.185, St. Martin's Press

I shifted in my chair as Dad waited for a response. He seemed determined, his resolve unwavering. This would take tact. Prudence. Possibly Milk Duds. “Are you psychotic?” I asked, realizing my plan to charm and bribe him if need be flew out the window the minute I opened my mouth.

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Dad, Needs, Mouths
Darynda Jones (2012). “Third Grave Dead Ahead”, p.36, Macmillan

My real mom died when I was born—hemorrhaged to death while giving birth to me, which has never been one of my favorite memories—and Dad married Denise before I’d turned a year. Without even asking my opinion on the matter. Denise and I never really clicked.

Darynda Jones
Mom, Dad, Memories
Darynda Jones (2011). “First Grave on the Right”, p.54, Macmillan

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