Every Daddy is a reference, a hidden threat to her mother. She’s feeling brave enough to flirt with danger, but I act like it’s perfectly natural. Like she’s always called me Daddy.The card is simple: ‘You’re the very best father I ever could have imagined. Thank you so much for everything you do for me.’ The book is a small coffee table book about architecture in Switzerland, not the most inspired gift, but I’m touched by the sentiment. “Thank you so much, sweetie,” I say, giving her shoulder an affectionate squeeze.“My turn,” grins Melanie, lifting a gift bag up from her feet and sliding it over to me. It appears to contain a bottle of wine. Better be a five-hundred dollar bottle of wine, I think to myself.But when I open it up, it’s not. It’s a seven dollar wine at best, but one that surprises me with the warm memories it brings up. I laugh with genuine mirth as I pull it out of the bag.“Almaden!” I exclaim, chuckling. “Oh my God. How did you ever find this?”Melanie laughs too
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