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My dad needed care, but not twenty-four-hour care. I took a part-time job at the county clinic in town and renewed acquaintances with old friends. On a Friday or Saturday night we'd get together at a local bar. In our small town there were only two and one was where respectable ladies would never be seen. My friends and I were by all public appearances respectable ladies.

I'd only been back two months when we were out, and a very handsome man came up to me and asked me to dance. He was a giant of a man, and much younger than me; much younger.

"You don't remember me, do you?"

I looked at him closely. There was something familiar about him, but I couldn't place him. "I'm sorry. You're too young to have gone to school with me. Where do I know you from?"

"My name is Harley Hansen."

"Oh my God. The last time I saw you . . ." Now, I realized why he looked so familiar, he was a dead ringer for his father. Tall, but he hadn't filled out yet, and handsome. Yep, just like his father.

"Don't say it."

"Say what?"

"You were going to say that the last time you saw me you were changing my diaper. That would be so embarrassing."

"You're right, that was the last time, and yes, it would be embarrassing."

He bought me a drink, and we chatted. I was sorry to hear that his father died while I was in Dallas. "Imogene, I know this might sound weird. . ."

"Harley, I've always hated the name Imogene. My friends call me Genie."

"Okay, Genie. How about dinner tomorrow night?"

I looked at him again. He might have been twenty I thought without doing the math in my head. "Harley, you're right it would be weird. I just can't imagine going out with someone so young, and our history together."

"How about this? Let's not call it a date. How about two old friends going out to dinner together?"

"I guess that would be okay."

"Good, I'll pick you up at 6:30."

"By the way, how did you recognize me?"

"My dad had a photo album with lots of pictures of ‘Sweet Imogene' in it. When I heard you were back in town, I asked around and found out that you often come here."

I blushed when Harley said, ‘Sweet Imogene.' How much did he know?

Dinner was pleasant. He asked what I'd been doing and I asked about his plans. "I'm going to the community college next year, but in the meantime, I'd like to meet a nice mature woman. The high school girls . . ."

"Harley stop; I'm not going to go out with you. That's crazy."

After dinner, he took me home, and insisted on a goodnight kiss. I kissed him on the cheek.

I thought that was the end of it, but he called me the next day and the next, asking if he could take me to the movies.

He was so sweet and I wasn't seeing anyone. I was just taking care of my

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