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have been her.
     
    “Sorry, but we’ve been through a lot. It might not look like it, but we are barely beginning to get over some of it now. Anyway, you don’t want to hear about my problems. Why don’t you tell me something? You said, you were teaching in Spain. How did you end up there?” I asked, partially curious, partially anxious to change the subject. If two shots of Jack Daniels weren’t going to do it for me, then, maybe this pretty teacher could do it instead.
     
    When Hillary spoke again, her tone had changed. Had my little tirade scared her? “Edge is a good boy. I know, I haven’t known him very long, but I can tell, he’s the sweetest child. What I’m concerned with is how all that is going on in your lives right now is affecting him. I spent the evening catching up on the news about your custody issue and your career. I guess, I was out of the loop in Spain. I didn’t realize you were a household name or you were named the Sexiest Man Alive last year. I apologize for my ignorance on that front.”
     
    She researched me? “I’m flattered. You cared enough to do a little digging. See, I didn’t turn out so bad for a white boy from the South side of Chicago, did I?”
     
    Hillary laughed. I thought I remembered hearing her laugh before. Maybe I was imagining it, but it seemed comfortably familiar. “You were a white boy; that’s for sure, but you’re acting like you were the only one from Chicago; you’re not. I seem to remember there were a lot of white girls and guys besides you. You were just the loudest.”
     
    I had to laugh. I was pretty loud back then. I craved attention and would do anything to make sure I got the right amount. “And the most unforgettable. What else do you remember about me?”
     
    I thought back to what life was like for me as a kid. I was all over the place between football, girls, parties, and street fights; I could barely keep my head above water.
     
    “Did you hear me?” Hillary asked. I hadn’t even realized she was still speaking.
     
    “Yes, I heard you,” I lied.
     
    She called me on it right away. “No, you didn’t. Listen, I wouldn’t normally say this to a student’s father, but--”
     
    It was time to swoop in and calm the situation down, otherwise my plan to get Hillary to work with me, would blow up in my face. “You love me? Well, that’s so sweet. I’m flattered, but I think, it’d be better if we started with dinner first. How about tomorrow? Does tomorrow night work for you? I can pick you up around six. Don’t worry about getting too gussied up. It will be semi-casual.” I thought that would do the trick because I didn’t let her get a word in edgewise. There was no time to protest or try to talk me out of it.
     
    “What? Dinner? Love? I love you? I never said those words. Where are you getting them from?” Hillary was so confused, I knew there was no chance, she was going to pull it together fast enough to refuse my generous offer.
     
    “So, six, right?” I tried again.
     
    “No. Yes. Wait, what is happening here?” Hillary was still struggling to wrap her mind around my invitation.
     
    “It’s dinner. I’m not asking you to marry me,” I joked. Not yet anyway. I hoped it wouldn’t have to go that far, but if it did, I’d figure something out.
     
    It took some convincing, but after fifteen minutes of some back and forth, she finally agreed to have dinner with me. Now all I had to do was drop a few hints on social media that I was going to be out with a special lady friend -- an elementary school teacher, no less -- and then the plan would be set in place. Kelly would be so proud of me for taking the initiative and doing something to make sure I got to keep my son.
     
    “I’ll see you tomorrow, and then I promise, Edge won’t be a problem in class from this point forward,” I said, not completely confident I could pull that part off.
     
    After we hung up, I made a few key phone calls to get the media