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Show "Don't you people ever stay home on Saturday mornings?" "Usually every Saturday morning. We stay home and -- " Amelia pa elbowed him in the ribs. "We changed our routine this morning. After the walk. Why, did my future in-laws telephone again? They're addicted to that machine." "Yeah, they called all right." Amelia sharpened. "Is Daddy O.K.?" "I assume so. Or he wouldn't have flown to Chicago." "Huh." Daddy? Mama?" "Daddy and Mama at this moment are on their way in from the airport in a cab. Speeding, no doubt. Don't you think you'd better move back in to a respectable apartment?" Amelia turned pale, wheeled around and went running down the sidewalk, pulling Jtfcte I along with her. Ben and I followed at a more dignified pace. "Oy gevald.' Those people are a pain in the ass. What the hell are they coming here for?" "Probably to check you out." "I know they've got an ulterior motive." "Who hasn't? They just want to meet the man their baby girl is throwing herself away on." "They know already I'm a nice Jewish boy." "They wonder what kind of guy compromises so easily." "They know.' A nice Jewish boy, what else? I compromise, I'll never be a doctor . . . A Ph.D. maybe, but never a doctor a doctor. They compromised on that." He cracked his knuckles. "Everybody compromised. He's coming to check out his bargain." "I'll check him out, the shnuck." Amelia came rushing back around the corner. "Ben.' Ben.' You've got the key!" "Oy!" he said, and took off. |
