As you remember, I wrote a 100-word story called My Summer Vacation (scroll down past the previous story, Not McGee, and you’ll see it) where a young man is about to marry a native El Salvadorian and his parents are coming to the wedding. Well, now we have the second part — another side of things but from the PARENTS’ perspective. We find out their names are Naomi and Carl and they are going to El Salvador to see their son, Kevin, marry a native girl named Rosita. No surprise there.
Or is it?
So, let’s hop aboard the plane (thanks, Rich!) …
… and get in on the mom and dad’s conversation!
Part 2 of My Summer Vacation, called Son and Fun In El Salvador.
Naomi and I had our seats near a crying baby on the four-hour long flight to El Salvador. I felt like crying, too. Our Kevin, down there getting married to … what was her name? Rosita?
“He quit!!! That idiot left the best money he ever made …”
Naomi interrupted my rant while wrestling with her pillow. “If I remember right, Carl, YOU were just as crazy about me as he is with HER.” She paused. “You don’t suppose …?”
“What? He knocked her up?”
“Let’s say he did. What will YOU say?”
I thought, then sighed. “Welcome to the club, Kevin.”