"Honey, you're scaring the kid," Debra said, turning to me. "Don't worry. This guy looks tough, but he's a softie.""Softie?" Marion mumbled, but he didn't argue.I whispered, "Mrs. Houston, you're so gorgeous. Why did you marry him?"It was a question I'd always had.Marion was handsome in his youth, but Debra was a knockout. She must've had suitors lining up.She had told me stories of the past, but I'd struggled to process them. I'd even thought that Juan was a jerk.But in this world, I realized Debra could've stayed single and still lived a bold, free life."What's that?" Marion snorted. "Can't infiltrate, so you're trying to drive a wedge?"His eyes in the rearview mirror were sharp, making me shrink."Love doesn't follow logic," Debra replied. "You'll get it when you meet someone you can't resist."She paused, then asked, "By the way, you got a boyfriend?"I gave an awkward laugh. "I'm too young for that. Haven't dated yet.""What's your type?""Hmm... Not too ugly,
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