My father was a self-confessed ladies' man. He had photo albums of pretty women on fancy cars, all girlfriends in a previous lifetime, before he met my mum. He was a good-looking man (think Robert Redford) and moved from Melbourne when he was 21 to escape his past.
He told us he had been a boxer and into street fighting, and needed a fresh start, away from the bad crowd he was associating with. He married my mother and made his fortune building his own successful business from scratch, building a big house and having three beautiful blonde kids. Life looked to be pretty good.
His secretary at the business he owned, a pretty blonde lady called Laura, 12 years younger than him, soon became best friends with my mother. Everyone thought they were sisters, but truth is they both were only children and found a sister in each other. They became inseparable and when Laura married her partner Tim; they bought the block next door and built an equally big and beautiful house right alongside us.
We spent birthdays, holidays and many other occasions with Laura and Tim, who also went on to have three kids. Their eldest, a daughter Gemma, had been born just before my younger brother. They looked like twins and went to kindy together.
The mums owned a business together and took it in turns to run things while the other watched the kids.
Tim worked long hours and weekends, so Laura and the kids spent a lot of time at our house. My dad would walk them home safely next door at the end of every evening.
I noticed my dad's eyes would light up whenever he saw Laura and I could also see the feeling was mutual. As time went on, my friends and I caught them kissing at parties a few times. Sometimes they'd go on days out together and my mum would stay home and watch the kids.
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