I wore good chinos, Calvin Klein cologne. I’d vacuumed, cleaned my fishbowl, sprayed Glade. Chicken linguine cooked, my playlist set, I thought, Come to papa.
Darling entered, long dark legs. Tenderly, I said, “Sit.”
She sat, statue-still, legs crossed. Proper, I thought.
“Thirsty?” I asked. Stunning smile.
I poured Chardonnay.
“Alexa, play ‘Darling Girl,’” I instructed—tonight’s mixtape.
“Playing ‘Barbie Girl’ by Aqua.”
“No!”
“I’m a Barbie girl, in a Barbie wooorld!”
“Alexa, stop!”
“Playing ‘Don’t Stop ’Til You Get Enough’ by Michael Jackson.”
“ALEXA!”
Darling left early.
On her way out, I swear I heard her laughing at me.
Darling entered, long dark legs. Tenderly, I said, “Sit.”
She sat, statue-still, legs crossed. Proper, I thought.
“Thirsty?” I asked. Stunning smile.
I poured Chardonnay.
“Alexa, play ‘Darling Girl,’” I instructed—tonight’s mixtape.
“Playing ‘Barbie Girl’ by Aqua.”
“No!”
“I’m a Barbie girl, in a Barbie wooorld!”
“Alexa, stop!”
“Playing ‘Don’t Stop ’Til You Get Enough’ by Michael Jackson.”
“ALEXA!”
Darling left early.
On her way out, I swear I heard her laughing at me.
