My mom is marrying Mr. Monroe? The Ex-Marine and all-around hard ass? Mom’s dating habits have thrown me a few curveballs over the years - CEO’s and politicians mostly - but this one takes the cake. I knew her and Anna’s dad were close, good friends even. But shit… engaged? Anna must be packing it. I take a long drag from the cigarette and blow the smoke up toward the sky. It’s completely dark now with only a few stars visible through the Brooklyn smog. Just as I stamp the butt out, I hear the front door creak open and Anna steps out. She’s a vision of a goddess even in the half-lit porch. “Thanks for dinner, Dad. Congratulations again to you both,” she calls over her shoulder. “Thank you, Anna. We’ll have to catch up soon,” I hear Mom say before the door closes and Anna’s footsteps pitter patter up the garden path toward me.
