“Hi, Sweetheart,” Lisa said.
“You done yelling at Katie, yet?”
“Is that what he said?” She chuckled. “I was talking to her about the fact that she is not old enough to wear make-up. She thought she would look good in eye-liner.”
“She's eight for Pete's sake. Make-up?”
“Calm down, Dad. All the little girls want make-up and high heels. Dreams of being grown up, you know?”
“I'm going to be worried enough about her when she's old enough to date. I don't want to start now.”
“You on your way to take your wife to dinner?”
“Yep. I should be there in about ten minutes.”
“Good. I'm ready for a margarita, and maybe dinner, too,” she said.
“Sounds great. You know, you are an inspiration to everyone around you. No wonder Katie wants to be able to dress like her mom.”
“You are too sweet. Are y
