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“Darren, you felt it?” I asked my son as I found him out front, watching Sylvia and her lovely daughter leave.
They stayed for an hour, and I watched on the monitor in my lab as my son and Mandy talked like they were old friends. Sylvia talked to the other bikers, even some of the club girls. She was classy and to see her walk among us was funny. She was in a gauzy flowing dress that was wrapped around her neck and colorful. She had gold bangles on her arms and she wore white sandals. Missy, Carly and Veronica, the three club girls that we had, talked with her, and they looked like they were all having a grand old time. I shook my head and chuckled. Stranger things have happened in our family, but this one was up there.
“Yes. It was just like dad said. I smelled her the mome
