The Perfect Man Page #3

I also have

an open-mind policy.

There are no stupid questions.

So please, if you have

something on your mind,

knock on my door.

Mom.

Or raise your hands.

Woman in the back.

Go ahead.

Hi.

Instead of once a year,

have you considered

a monthly forum where...

students and teachers

could exchange thoughts

in an effort to enhance...

communication and bridge gaps?

That's a...

That's a great comment,

Mrs...

Miss Hamilton.

I also wondered if you'd

thought of monthly mixers

for single parents.

Not that I don't want to meet

married parents as well.

I would.

It's just that sometimes

we single parents...

have different concerns

than married ones.

Different priorities.

If you know what I mean.

And by priorities I mean:

I need to meet a good man.

In that case,

where do I sign up?

Okay, well,

this was interesting.

Where were we here?

So you're just not

going to talk to me

for the rest of your life?

Come on, Holly.

Every unmarried parent there

appreciated the suggestion.

Did it ever occur to you

that the point

of the meeting...

wasn't for the needs

of the single parent?

That the point

of the meeting was maybe

for, I don't know...

the kids?

Well, sure.

I was just thinking...

About you!

Because you're always

thinking about you.

She's doing it again.

Only this time,

I can't smile and play along.

Because the truth is

I'm tired...

of bubble-wrap

and change of address cards,

of figuring out new towns...

and finding new friends.

It's just not fun anymore.

It's just not.

You know what

the entire student body...

is talking about this morning?

The Krispy Kreme truck

that got in a wreck

on Eighth Avenue.

There's donuts

everywhere.

It's a total free-for-all.

Between the excitement

and the sugar buzz,

everyone's pretty much...

forgotten everything

that happened

before 8:
00 this morning.

It could have been worse.

Don't worry, it will be.

It always starts the same.

I mean, she starts out

hopeful, and then

when the perfect man...

doesn't come around

in two weeks,

she gets desperate...

and hooks up with some loser.

Some guy who's not even

good enough to mop her floors.

And then,

when it doesn't work out,

because it never works out...

we pack up and move again,

and there's nothing

I can do about it.

I can't even run away

because that's what

she does.

I thought you said

you didn't mind

all the moving around.

I didn't. I mean, I don't.

I just got here.

The River Bistro.

What are we doing here?

I can't even afford to pee

in a place like this.

Much less actually eat here.

Relax,

it's under control.

My uncle's the owner.

Him?

You've got to be kidding.

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