That might have been the best part of the whole ridiculous stunt.
Chloe and I lived together sophomore year too.
By then she’d met my parents several times.
The first time Dad visited, he wore a clean polo and drove his normal truck.
Chloe opened the door, looked him up and down, and said, “Wow. Moving up in the world, Tom.”
Dad laughed so hard he almost dropped the pizza.
At Christmas, Chloe gave him a new pair of jeans.
No holes.
Dad held them up. “These won’t work.”
“Why not?”
“People might respect me.”
Even Mom laughed.
Years later, Chloe got married. I was her maid of honor.
My parents were invited.
During the reception, Chloe danced with Dad.
She pointed at his suit. “You know, this is how you should’ve dressed when we met.”
Dad shook his head.
“No chance.”
“Why?”
He grinned.
“Then I wouldn’t have learned anything.”
