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“He is so smitten,” Tessa says.
Brooke nods. “Right, like a teenager in love for the first time.”
“You guys, this is what I’ve been saying for the last two months. His behavior isn’t normal or healthy.”
“I think it’s cute.” Tessa leans forward and opens a KitKat bar. “He’s so happy.”
“Aren’t you guys worried that he’s moving too fast and that he only likes Anna Mae because she looks like Mom? Or that he’s using her to replace Mom?”
Both sisters shake their heads.
Tessa shrugs. “He seems to really love her.”
He told Anna Mae as much, earlier this week, but I don’t buy it.
I lean back into the recliner, folding my arms over my chest. “Well, I’m not calling her Mom or going out on lunch dates with her. Just because dad loves her doesn’t mean I have to.”
Brooke tilts her head. “None of uslikethis situation. We all wish Mom were still here, but she’s not. Anna Mae makes Dad happy. Don’t you think you’re being a little hard on him?”
“No.”
“So why is it okay for Tyler Dixon to date and move on with his life, but it’s not okay for Dad to?”
I should’ve never told my sisters that Tyler and I are dating.
Big mistake.
But I’ve never been good at keeping secrets from my family.
“That’s a completely different situation,” I defend.
“How so?”
“For starters, Tyler’s wife has been dead longer.”
Tessa raises her brows. “I didn’t realize there was a time constraint on when widows can date.”
“There isn’t, but the person should at least be done grieving their wife.”
Brooke looks at me. “Is a person really everdonegrieving?”
“No, but you know what I mean. Tyler is ready to move on, and I don’t look like his wife. I’m not trying to replace her. I know I’ll never be as amazing as she was.”
“That’s true.” Tessa nods. “Short of growing a third boob, you’re never going to be as impressive as her.”
Brooke spits out her drink, laughing. “Three boobs isnotimpressive.”
Tessa's mouth lifts into a sly smile. “It could be.”
“Oh my gosh. Would you two stop?” I say, rubbing my temples. “I need to get this visual out of my head.”
Brooke wipes the spray from her laughter off the coffee table. “All I’m saying is, go easy on Dad. His situation might not be that far off from yours.”
I bend my knees, curling my legs under me.
Our situations aren’t the same.
There’s no comparison.
