One May, several years ago, Mama showed up in my office
all excited. “Well, I found us a place at the beach.”
Clueless as to what she was talking about, I asked,
“Us?”
“Yes, I rented us a place at the beach for a week.”
She could tell by the puzzled look on my face that I didn’t get it. So she continued, “For our family beach trip.”
“What family beach trip?”
“I thought it would be nice for all of us to get
together for a week this summer at the beach. So I rented a house big enough
for all of us to stay together.”
“Um and when is this ‘family beach trip’?”
“The second week in June, the weather is so nice
then.”
“Mama, I can’t just take off from work then with no
notice. Does my brother know about this?”
“No, but his children love the beach.”
“We all love the beach. That’s not the question.” It
was at that point that I realized it didn’t matter if it suited or not, we were
going on a family vacation the second week in June, come Hell or high water.
“Well, I suggest you go home and call him right now so he can make plans.”
“I’ll just do that. He’ll be so excited.”
“And so surprised,” I added. That night I got the expected phone call from my
brother.
“Did you know anything about this?”
“No, and I’m sure it suits your schedule about as
much as it does mine.”
“You couldn’t stop her or change her mind?”
“It was a done deal before I knew about it.”
“Did she tell you she has invited her college
roommate to join us?”
“No, I wasn’t privy to that bit of knowledge.”
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