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This one goes out to all the fathers of daughters out there.
They’d come for her about an hour ago. Opening the door, they’d spilled in like a wave. They were hyperkinetic with unfamiliar excitement, poorly masking the anxieties of the evening’s indefinite expectations.
Their costumes attempted to balance the provocative and the parentally-acceptable with varying success – looking more like kids playing at adults for the effort. His daughter’s face was flushed and her high cheekbones red – though with rouge or adrenaline, he couldn’t quite tell.
They left like an evacuation with over-the-shoulder promises to be home by the appointed hour.
“Don’t worry, dad,” she said. Her first school dance.