“Only a few times.”
“That does not improve this idea.”
I explained the six women.
Every Woman My Widowed Father Dated Vanished Overnight—So I Asked My Best Friend to Go Out With Him.
The apparently successful dates.
The sudden disappearances.
Hannah remained silent for a long moment.
“You want me to investigate him.”
“I want you to tell me what happens after the date.”
“What am I supposed to say when he recognizes me?”
“He may recognize your face, but he will not remember your name. Tell him we matched through the app.”
“This is dishonest.”
“I know.”
“It could damage our friendship.”
“It won’t.”
“It could damage your relationship with your father.”
That possibility frightened me.
But I had watched Dad losing confidence with every rejection.
“I need to know.”
Hannah groaned.
“This is the worst favor you have ever requested.”
“You helped me move twice.”
“This is worse.”
Eventually, she agreed.
The Seventh Date
Hannah created a dating profile using her middle name, Elise.
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