Surprisingly Mother emerged from the car.
She didn’t like to drive, so this was unexpected.
There was no sign of Father. I breathed a sigh
of relief. When Mother caught sight of Elizabeth,
she immediately understood. Her son was
embroiled in a romantic attachment. This
explained everything. Yet it was only a small
sliver of the story. Mother hugged me warmly
and shook Elizabeth’s delicate outstretched hand.
Margaret ushered us all inside. There were
explanations to be made. There was tea to
be drunk.


Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist