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Evelyn was a gorgeous woman, sweet tempered and fun.
Larry knew that the second he began to date her, three months ago.
She seemed to be everything he wanted except for one small thing.
She was rather plain, not a looker, someone easily forgotten.

Thought this as he entered the French Quarter, for his afternoon snack.
Saw shoes first – they were sexy, sensual, red satin, with flirty ties.
Followed by legs that went up to the top of the Empire State Building.
He felt his cheeks redden. Had she seen him looking her over?

Stunning, with curly auburn hair, and a slender, glorious swan-like neck.
Larry watched. She was deep in thought, guarded by a collie like dog.
The dog stared daggers at him. They were a package apparently.
Maybe the dog was a shepherd; Larry did not understand dogs.

Dress was strapless, a sweetheart neckline; her breasts were perky.
Young, he thought; way too young to be wearing that much make up.
It was the Dad in him; he had a twelve-year-old daughter, Maggie.
The beautiful woman began to stir her beverage; the dog did not move.

A gorgeous pair, this woman wearing pearls at her neck and ears,
And impressively tall, protective, white dog with tan embellishments.
“Larry!” Evelyn sat down and noticed the young beauty right away.
“Look at that gorgeous hand-painted scarf in her lap!”

Larry pretended he did not know whose lap she mean. “Whose lap?”
“Oh, sure, you did not notice her?” She nodded in the dog’s direction.
“She is young enough to be my daughter!” He said indignantly.
Evelyn’s eyes danced, she looked prettier than she had ever looked.

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