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what she had heard.
    “I think we should all go out to dinner tonight. There’s a
great local place we like to go to. They have great steaks and live music
Sunday evenings, too. Plus, we own it! Are you hungry, Scott?” Jim asked.
    “Aye. Sounds guid
tae me.” Scott replied. He was usually hungry. But, since he skipped
lunch today, he was starving.
    “Great, I’ll go and tell Tiffany. She’ll want to get
changed,” Linda said, as she walked out to the deck to tell her the daughter
about their dinner plans.

 
    An hour later they were nearly ready to go. Jim walked in
and was wearing light colored trousers, an orange shirt and a beige sport coat.
When Scott saw him in his jacket he asked if there was a dress code where they
were going. Since, all he brought with him were jeans and a couple shirts. He luckily
had packed a shiny brown, button-up shirt. He figured it was better than
wearing just a t-shirt. But, he still felt underdressed. Jim assured him that
he looked fine. After all, he owned the place. Scott felt even more
underdressed when the women appeared. Linda entered the room first. She looked
radiant. She wore a medium length white, summer dress, with various colored
flowers and patterns all over it. Scott imagined it was some kind of designer
dress, but certainly had no idea what the designer’s name was. She also wore
white, high-heeled shoes. Tiffany walked in wearing what Scott thought was
probably a designer dress as well. Although, hers was assorted shades of blue
and black and a little shorter than her Mom’s. She was wearing black, high-heels,
and carried a purse. Scott thought she looked beautiful. Her eyes were very
striking and a few times through the day, Scott enjoyed seeing her smile. She
had a pretty smile. Jim drove all of them to the restaurant in his Mercedes luxury-sedan.
It was only a five minute drive. And before long, they started to eat.

 
    They all seemed to enjoy the evening. They spent a couple of
hours at the restaurant; they talked, laughed, and all thoroughly enjoyed their
food. They wrapped up their evening fairly early, since Tiffany still needed to
drive back home later that night. By 9:00 p.m., they were back at the house.
Jim and Linda settled down on the couch watching TV, each with a glass of vodka,
while Scott joined Tiffany, who was sitting out on the deck.
    “So what time do yer have tae leave tonight?” Scott asked,
as he sat down next to her.
    “I usually start back at about ten,” she replied.
    “So, do yer come tae see yer
parents every Sunday?”
    “Yes, every Sunday. And, sometimes during
the week. Where do you live, Scott?” she asked, as she moved the strand
of hair that had dropped down near her eye.
    “In Ohio.”
    “Wow, so how did my Dad hear about you?”
    “I was a bodyguard in Iraq fer his friend’s Daughter. Yer Dad
got my number from him and asked me tae come and give him some security advice.”
    “Oh, of course, you’re talking about Bill. I remember my Mom
talking about it last year.”
    “Aye, Bill Parnell. I was looking after his daughter.”
    “I still can’t believe Britney wanted to go over there!”
    “Nor me. I dinnae really get it. But, it was none of my
business. I was just doing a job. So, do yer know Britney well?”
    “We used to play together a lot when we were kids. Our
parents were really close and we’re about the same age. I haven’t had much
contact with her since. We kind of drifted apart and lost
touch with each other. I know we were at UCLA at the same time, I saw
her around campus a couple of times and we said ‘hi’. But, that’s about it.”
    “Och, okay.”
    “I heard you say something to Dad earlier about you getting
injured in Iraq, what happened?”
    “Aye, I got blown up by a car-bomb. I was in a coma fer a
few weeks and broke a few bones. But, I’m getting better. I was lucky.”
    “Oh wow. I’m glad you got back home safely. I am so sorry, I
am glad that you’re getting