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DAMN IT, I’M SERIOUS!” she shouted at him.
    Dave took a deep breath to calm himself as he sat up to speak. “Now look, Patti, you wanted to keep playing these little panty-games, and it ain’t fun no more. I don’t have any more energy for that. So look, give me back my sheets, and shut up before you wake up my daughter.”
    It was too late. Tracy heard them going at each other from her room. She sat up in her bed, wide awake, realizing that her mother was losing her daddy.
    Several weeks more had passed, and Patti tried her hardest to avoid Tracy’s daddy questions. Nevertheless, her mother’s lack of answers didn’t appear to stop Tracy from asking.
    â€œMommy, tell me how you met my dad?” she asked one morning.
    Patti shook her head, exhausted by them. “You just won’t quit, will you? Okay, girl, what do you want to know?” she said, sitting down to join her daughter eating breakfast.
    â€œWhere did you meet him at?”
    â€œI met him at a college party.”
    â€œDaddy went there?”
    â€œYup, and he was one of the most handsome guys there.”
    â€œAnd did he like you?”
    â€œWell, he came over and asked me to dance.”
    â€œAnd you said, ‘yes’?”
    â€œOf course I said, ‘yes.’ I wouldn’t have said, ‘no’ to him.”
    â€œAnd then you got married?”
    Patti grinned and shook her head. “No, not that fast. First mommy had to get him away from all the other girls.”
    â€œHow did you do that?”
    Her mother reflected on “the good old days.”
    â€œBy being more sexy than them,” she answered. Patti then lost track of time as she thought back to the many weeks of seduction. She used to take Dave out to Fairmount Park at night and do wild and crazy things under the privacy of the trees. She used to sneak him into her house at night, while her parents and sisters slept.
    Patti painted a facade of not appearing to be jealous whenever other women showed interest in Dave. She acted as if she was above them, which made Dave feel more comfortable with her. Patti was always two steps ahead of the game.
    The long talk Tracy had with her mother about how her parents met made them run late. Tracy’s girlfriends at school wanted to know why.
    â€œWhy was you late today, Tracy?” Judy asked at recess.
    Tracy was usually one of the first students at school. “I wasn’t late,” she told her nosy friend.
    â€œYou was almost late,” Celena interjected, siding with Judy.
    â€œWell, almost ain’t good enough,” Tracy snapped.
    Her friends caught on to her disdain and dropped the subject. They sat and quietly watched the boys play ball. They all watched Aaron, except for Tracy. Tracy was too wrapped into herself and her family to think of any boy.
    â€œAaron is the best one at keep-away. They can’t catch him for nothin’,” Celena commented.
    Judy sat and stared.
    â€œSo?” Pam huffed. “What ’chew watchin’ him for?”
    â€œBecause, he fun to watch,” Celena answered.
    Tracy said out of the blue, smiling, “Ay y’all, guess what my mother told me? She told me that she took my dad from a whole lot of other girls.”
    â€œShe did?” Judy asked, stuffing her mouth with a cupcake.
    â€œYup, and then they got married and had me.”
    â€œWATCH OUT, GIRL!” Aaron shouted, zipping past them with other boys chasing behind him.
    â€œHEY, AARON! WATCH WHERE YOU GOIN’, BOY!” Celena yelled.
    Tracy paid him no mind. She continued with her story.
    â€œWell, anyway . . .”
    â€œSo are you saying that it’s over?” Tanya asked her sister, Patti, that evening. They sat in Tanya’s small living room. She lived in a small, three-bedroom house in Logan, Philadelphia.
    â€œGirl, I don’t know. I mean, he hardly talks to me,” Patti responded.
    â€œYeah,