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.