Yes, Alpha Daddy
I imagine Violet on my arm this year, and the prospect is considerably more appealing.
“I would think so.”
Her eyes are so warm. “That’s great. What’s her name?”
“Violet,” I say.
“Violet,” she repeats. “I look forward to meeting her.”
“I’m sure she’ll enjoy meeting you, too.”
She makes to leave, but I call her back. “One more thing, if you will.”
“Of course.”
I open the gallery app on my phone and ping a copy of the butterfly picture to her inbox as she waits. “I’ve emailed you an image. I’d like it printed, please, a frame, too. I know you’ll find something just perfect.”