"If you want to be successful in life," her dad said, placing her lunch on the kitchen counter, "all you have to do is make people happy. It's a bit sad, but that's simply how it is. Just don't go making them too happy, or they're liable to end up calling you a prostitute, which damages your credibility."
She looked up at him.
"What's credibility?"
"It's how much you can be trusted," he replied. "I suppose I don't need to tell you what a prostitute is, then?"
"No," she intoned. "I saw plenty of those women when I lived with mom. That's what the cops used to say when they came over, even though they never got any of them in trouble."
He nodded. She picked up her bag lunch and walked through the open door to the back yard.
"See you, dad."
He raised his hand to wave, but she was already down the steps, and through the gate.
How much time has passed.
She looked up at him.
"What's credibility?"
"It's how much you can be trusted," he replied. "I suppose I don't need to tell you what a prostitute is, then?"
"No," she intoned. "I saw plenty of those women when I lived with mom. That's what the cops used to say when they came over, even though they never got any of them in trouble."
He nodded. She picked up her bag lunch and walked through the open door to the back yard.
"See you, dad."
He raised his hand to wave, but she was already down the steps, and through the gate.
How much time has passed.
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