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An Unknown Relative

... all yours if you need it. Forget about that. What did you mean when you said you thought I might want you?” “I thought if I was nice to you and you thought I was pretty and a really good person you might want me to stay with you,” she sobbed. “Baby, baby; you’re breaking my heart,” I pulled her close to me and held her tight. “Don’t cry like this. You’re going t kill me. Let me just get used to having you for a minute.” I gave her some tissues and she wiped her eyes and blew her nose. She stopped shaking so much and snuggled up against me. “You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen,” I told her. “I like everything I’ve seen about you so far. This is all new to me. Are you sure you want to stay with me?” “No, but I want to find out,” she said. “I don’t know you except what Mom told me about you. Do you think you might want to get to know me?” “More than anything,” I told her. “I didn’t even know I had you until today. My God, Penn; if I’d known I had you I’d have been part of your life all along. I’m not some dead beat dad. I didn’t know.” “I know. Mom never wanted you to know for some reason. Should I call you Benson or Dad?” “It doesn’t matter,” I told her. “You can call me crazy if you want. I just want to hear you talk. I just want to look at you and hug you and love you. Jesus, girl, you’ve turned my life upside down. Look at you! How did you turn out so gorgeous? You’re going to break hearts all over the world.” She laughed and it was the most wonderful sound I’d ...

... ever heard. I was going to make her do it often. “Who are you k**ding,” she said. “I’m a wreck. I know my eyes are all red and puffy from crying. My makeup is a mess too and I feel like a fool.” “You look beautiful to me,” I told her. “There’s a head over there that you can wash you face in. There’s makeup and girl stuff in the top left hand drawer if you can use any of it. Visine is in the cabinet over the sink.” I could tell she would want to primp a little. She got up and went in. I watched her walk away, a tall willowy bundle of sexy. She had a fantastic butt under the little green sundress she had on. Stop it, asshole, I told myself. She’s your daughter and she’s s*******n, for God’s sake. She looked like new when she came out. She came right back and snuggled up against me again. She sipped her wine and looked up at me with those emerald eyes. “Tell me a plan,” she said. “I don’t have one,” I admitted. “I don’t know anything about s*******n-year-old girls. Tell me what you want to do. I told you we have money. Do you want to go back to Omaha and finish school? I can make that happen. You have to tell me how you wound up in Omaha sometime. You could go to school here. There’s a large expatriate community here and they have a school. You could take some time off and hang out with me. You could start again next year. Do you like school? Do you think you want to go to college? If so, where would you like to go? See, I don’t know enough about you to make a plan.” “I don’t want ...