Mama: We’re going to jail on Wednesday, so I need to confirm details with your daughter.
Mama: Or maybe Tuesday. But before I leave, I want to know that everything’s in place.
Me: What are you talking about?
Mama: Have you spoken to your daughter?
Me: Not about jail.
Mama: Just ask her later.
Me: I’d rather know now.
Mama: She got tickets to go jail.
Mama: But I’m not sure if credit card went through, so maybe we don’t have jail tickets. That would be bad.
Me: Nothing about this sounds good.
* * *
It’s true. Mama and my daughter are going to Alcatraz.
They are leaving for California in a few days. Just the two of them. Like an inter-generational Thelma & Louise.
You know what that means, right?
Our writing project is on hold again.
One year ago ...
- Spanking - 2012