Anne was beautiful. She was young, only 18 years old, but had a heart of gold, and loved my father like no other. He had dated all around, girls from his college, girls from his parish, girls from New Jersey, New York, Long Island. By the age of 24 my dad had already dated literally hundreds of girls in search of that one Ms. Right. It was the late forties, the economy was booming, he was in school for his master's degree and the only thing he lacked was a wife. The
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