“What does he mean, he expected enthusiasm from us?” Mom demanded in a low whisper. “Is this because you yelled at him when you met? You haven’t been doing that again, have you?” I sighed. “Actually, Mom, we argue pretty regularly.” “What?” She gaped at me. “Well, stop it!” “Oh, and I kneed him in the groin once.” There was a split second of silence before May barked a laugh. She covered her mouth and tried to stop, but it kept coming out in awkward, squeaky sounds. Dad’s lips were pressed together, but I could tell he was on the verge of losing it himself. Mom was paler than snow. “America,
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