When Eunice’s daughter, Hazel, from a previous marriage caught her stepfather in the kitchen having whoopee with the lady from next door, she was dismayed. Should she tell her mother? Should she simply get on with life as if nothing had happened? It was life-changing knowledge. She liked her high school. She liked her friends. She liked living in this house. All that would change if she spilt the beans to her mother.
Hazel decided to keep silent. But as the weeks went by she became more and more sullen. Her mother didn’t know what was wrong.
“What is it, Hazel? Is it boyfriends or something?”
“It’s nothing,” said Hazel.
And then Eunice announced to Hazel that her relationship with Hazel’s stepfather was over. He had been having an affair with the lady next door and was leaving.
Hazel had never been so damn relieved in her entire life.
That was for the best in this case.
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Indeed!
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She may be relieved but goodbye friends, high school, and house.
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Probably true…
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Thought that Whoopee was a dairy dessert. Took me ages to understand this post…
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It was an American term in the ’80s – at least in New England – not sure if it still is – but you could usually call it anything and people eventually realize you’re talking about having sex.
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Oh, that’s what you’re talking about…
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LOL No electricity here for 24 hours – storm blew the power poles away – back up now – sorry about that…
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Funny thing is, it’s also in New England where you can find the whoopee pie, which is a sweet treat. We Americans might have a questionable relationship with desserts.
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Ha ha!
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