Chapter 34

He groans and looks away from us, complaining and breathing hard.

“What happened, Dad?” I ask.

My mother is too quick on the draw. “Your father’s cataracts have been glued to a big-breasted blonde stewardess wearing an above-the-thigh mini skirt.

“Living with that woman, I’ve gotta keep my wits about me,” Dad says.

My mother glares daggers at my father. “Other women are off limits.”

My father exhales. “Christ All Mighty, Lori. Does this rundown caboose look like it can tail a young hot babe?” He adds, wheezing, “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Instead of eyeing those blonde bosomy bimbos, maybe you should pay attention to me sometimes,” my mother says.

“Well, woman, maybe if you treat me half way decent I wouldn’t have to go sightseeing.”

“It’s more like the walking blind with those eyes,” she retorts.

I look at my mother and she’s almost in stitches. “What has gotten into the two of you?” I ask.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” my mother says, smirking.