My mother was a private woman. Low-profile, she rarely left the house while her children were small. My dad, on the other hand, was a town fixture—out walking miles, always stopping to talk to someone. One day, a woman came by looking for my mom. She told her my dad had been seen with someone at a bar. "You don't say?" my mom asked. "What did she look like?" "They said she was big-boned, fair-skinned, with dark hair and blue eyes." "You mean, like me?" "I guess so. He must have a type." My mom thanked her, went back inside, and told my dad. "So... you went out with a looker last night." "I sure did." My mom went back to the kitchen, chuckling. Outside, the town kept talking about my dad, and wondering who the woman was almost no one could name. #vss365