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“Missy?” My mom, Lacey, yells fro, and it s, I realize I walk back into the kitchen

“Heydown on a barstool in front of her

“Hoas the party?” she asks, stirring the bowl in front of her

“It was good I think Ia piece of sliced bread fro a bite, I ood

“Met who?” she asks, not stopping her stirring

“The one The man of my dreams” I am certain I’ve dreamt of him but didn’t knoas him I often dreaht it was just dreams

“Really?” Mo now She sets the big metal bon on the counter and stares at me

“I know I didn’t think that I would, but I did and he’s kind of crass but kind of a

“Well, who is the guy?” My dad, David, asks coe and pulls out a bottle of his favorite beer

“His naht”

“Claude Knight Claude Knight Where do I know that name Dave?” Mom asks Dad

“If it’s who I’ht's son That family has had a terrible time They own a multi-billion dollar corporation that has their hands in ht handles the company's charitable contributions He’s been at many of the same functions as your mother and me”

“What do you mean by a terrible time?” I ask, curiously

“Oh, about twenty-five years or so ago, Cleer son to cancer and six months before that Pierre had a heart attack and passed away He was quite a bit older than she was, but she was devastated I am pretty sure Barbara Walters interviewed her”

“Oh, that’s terrible! I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned them Do you know them well?”

“We don’t The death was all over the news back then I believe we donated some money to the charity in the boy’s name What was the name of it, baby?”

“The Darin Knight Fund The little boy passed away on Christot us on the charitable path I felt so bad for that wo to have a baby and we're not successful until you, but I can’t ih”