Robin Hawke


Evening Out
December 21, 2011, 2:33 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

While I never loved to dress up, my mother did. The preparations began in the early afternoon with a scented bath. When my father met her at the door, she’d bend and kiss me goodnight,  leaving a whisper of perfume before joining the company of adults.

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