Emily smiled at the young man in the grocery store, as she tried to find the Ribeye steaks, which she knew Max would like.
"Could you tell me which I should buy?" the young man asked. He had his hair puffed in the current style, and wore tight dark blue bell bottoms over a well shaped butt.
"What do you want to cook?"
"Beef stew"
"I'd get this" She pointed to a package of beef chuck. "And have the butcher chop it up."
After some more flirting, they each quickly bought their groceries, and 'talked' some more in his car.
Six year old Jordan sighed as she waited in front of the main offices of her elementary school. Her mother was late picking her up, again. The frigid wind did not make things any easier.
Sometime later, a familiar horn honked. Happily she ran and quickly got into the car.
"Sorry I'm late honey."
"It was cold" Jordan complained.
Max, as he often did, worked late. So, it was just the two of them, though Emily would fry him a steak later, when he did get home, which was around eight in the evening.
"How was your day?" he asked her tentatively as he cut up his steak.
"Great!" She sat on his lap.
The next day brought another suitor while Jordan was at school, and Max was at work. He was David, an 18 year old economics major at Boston University. They often met at his dorm room. She would put on a simple outfit that made her look younger. However, he was not pleased to see her.
"You're married!!" he yelled at her. "Yesterday, I get dragged into the precinct, and I found your picture on some detective's desk. He caught me staring at it and said you were his wife.
TBC