I’ve got two step-teens who split their time with their dads, and I’m a few months from retirement. I told my wife it would steady my nerves if she picked up a part-time job. She looked hurt, nodded anyway… and the next day floated in wearing a brand-new blouse like she’d won the lottery.
“So you went shopping instead of job hunting?” I asked.
She laughed, held up a name tag. “I got hired. Family café on 3rd. Mornings. I wanted to look nice for my first shift.”


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