They’d been dating for about two months, and until that Friday, my husband, Daniel, and I genuinely liked him.
Tyler was polite, always greeted us properly, and once helped Daniel carry groceries without being asked.
Now my daughter was considering shaving her arms because he was ashamed to hold her hand.
I took the razor gently and set it on the counter.
« Have you ever wanted to shave your arms before? »
She shook her head.
« Then you don’t have to start. »
« But what if he thinks I’m gross? »
« Emma, there is nothing wrong with your arms. »
She nodded, but I could tell she didn’t believe me yet.
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