Augustus, my parents wish to meet you,

Laura bubbled. For a casual luncheon.

My experience in the adult realm was

totally jaded, but I said I’d be delighted

anyway. There was no other choice.

From my memory of Laura’s Father, he

seemed relatively innocuous. Even under

his daughter’s thumb. Mothers, however,

always alarmed me. I imagined she’d be

ballsy and beautiful, just like Laura. There

would be probing questions. Awkward

hiatuses. We went to get ice lollies.

Laura giggled delightedly. The forth-

coming appointment was forgotten.

The sun shone, melting our pleasure.

But we didn’t care.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

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