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looking down at their own plates.
    “Oh,
thanks Dana,” Belle said softly, reaching for her fork.
    “Uh-huh”
Cinderella mimicked before taking her first bite.
    “What’s
on your minds?”
    “I
miss Dave,” Cinderella finally spoke.  Belle nodded in agreement, but made sure
to keep her head down.  She could feel her cheeks begin to warm at the sound of
his name.  Dana’s brow crinkled as she flipped the next batch of pancakes
over.  The white batter bubbled as it met the steamy, black griddle.
    “You
two have been fine without anyone’s company other than each other for fifteen
years.  Now you’ve spent a few weeks with this boy and you can’t think of
anything to do without him?”  Cinderella shoved a large piece of pancake into
her mouth and stared at her empty plate.  She should have known better than
telling her mom, the man-hater.  I must be spending too much time with Belle.   I usually think before speaking my mind.
    Belle
looked over at Cinderella.  She recognized that look on Cinderella’s face.  The
same look of misery was there the last time she brought up the subject of boys
with her mom. 
    “I
think it’s just that we’re used to having so many others around,” Belle said,
trying to take the focus off her cousin.  “With Ariel and Aurora at practice
and Snow White being sick, David’s going to football practice seems like a
bigger loss.” 
    Dana
nodded in agreement.  “That makes sense,” she said, nodding again.  “Just give
it a few days; with all you girls back together, you won’t even remember that
boy at all.”  Cinderella stole a glance at Belle.
    “Thank
you,” she mouthed.
    Belle
had saved her from what could have been a huge argument.  Then Dana did
something neither girl expected.  She flipped the last two pancakes onto the
girls’ syrupy plates, clicked the griddle off and said, “Now I realize you
girls will probably start dating soon.”  Cinderella sucked in a breath of
surprise at the same time as trying to swallow the large bite she had just
taken.  The result was a coughing fit that lasted a good five minutes while
Belle and Dana alternately thumped her on the back.  When she finally was able
to breathe right again, Cinderella gave her mom a sideways glance.
    “Okay?”
she responded.
    “I
know, you never thought you’d hear me giving you dating advice, but I realize
it’s bound to happen.  You are going to date whether I like it or not, so I’d
rather you know a thing or two before the boys start lining up.”  Belle and
Cinderella glanced at each other, eyebrows raised, before turning their focus
back to Dana.
    “First,
there are three types of boys.  With experience, you learn to tell them apart,
but a rookie sees them as all being the same.”  The girls giggled at the
seriousness in which Dana was leading this discussion.
    “Go
ahead and laugh, but I promise this information will come in handy.”
    “Okay,”
Belle said, pulling her most serious face.
    “We’re
ready now,” Cinderella added.
    “The
first type of boy, ‘The Prince’, is every girl’s dream boy.  I’ve heard many
women claim they don’t exist, but I’ve seen them.”  Cinderella stopped
snickering behind her hand and stared hard at her mom.  Was this woman in front
of her really her mother?  Or had some imposter taken over her body?  She never
thought in a million years that her mom would actually admit to decent men
existing on this planet!
    Now
that Dana had secured her audiences’ attention, she continued.
    “Princes
are not perfect, no one is perfect, but a prince does know how to treat a lady
perfectly well.  He will show respect to all women, from his mother to the high
school girls in his class.  He’s the kind of guy who says “ladies first” and
opens doors for women of all ages and-”
    “Wait
a minute!” Belle cut in.  “What if I don’t want a guy to open my door?  I am
perfectly capable of doing that