Daddy's Little Girl

Tab was on his mobile when the green light changed and the crafty old fox who was a winner remembered when he was nicknamed the ‘wingate’ guy since he put the rival out of the money in the high school business bowl. As the car continued down the good track Mary Borough would not stop talking about how Tab took advantage of the other team’s miscommunication to win the big game.

“They did not call me a ferocious son, Mary,” Tab exclaimed,

“Tab, you put them in their place,” Mary retorted as Tab pulled into the driveway.

“Mary, it was Reddy Major who put on the theatrical presentation show I just took advantage when they fell into my entertainment zone game plan.”

After the conversation ended Tab turned the engine off and locked the door before heading into the house. And that is when he saw his daughter Corowa use an Indian arrowhead to scratch off a pimple that was starting to be a problem.

“What do I smell,” Tab put down his briefcase getting ready to deal with the adolescents’ heavy turf subject matter.

“It’s called Bint Algamar fragrance and it is a winner from Arabia,” Corowa responded fixing her red hair then taking a second to sway the long tresses back and forth until it settled, “I call that the Strawberry Swing and I will be a Kajillionaire showing it off to the Corton and United Breweries representatives telling them I am an innocent maiden.”

“Honey,” Tab firmly placed his hands on his daughter shoulders, “all that will get you is being in Vegas out of the money and spinning the casino Speed Wheel.”

“Yeah, helping someone sell red velvet shortcake,” Corowa made her father laugh.

“My dear darling,” Tab suddenly stopped hearing what was being said on the phone, “Thank you Heath Courtney, yeah our little maiden has enough on her plate.”

“Darley,” Tab watched her put down the phone knowing the ground was soft and this subject needed to be treaded really carefully, “what is going on?”

“She went to a Dunlee imaging show and,” Darley paused, “we had a Mexican standoff on what a winner was,”

Tab listened while getting two glasses out of the cupboard, “just a second,” he interrupted the explanation, “do you want lime and sugar with your Margarita?”

“Yeah,” Darley answered.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, “who could that be?” Tab inquired.

“Mom, can I promesa go to Ricardo’s house?”

Taking a sip Darley stared into Tab’s eyes, “are we out of money or can we hire a nice young boy to be a play date?”

“Yes, you can and do not be too late.”