The brother's girlfriend called crying today. She's not sure she can go on our trip. Her parents told her, among other things, that she would go to Hell for dating my brother. Apparently they don't like Canada.
You can imagine the response at our respective houses. Dad took her to talk to our preachers. Mom worked on a new bathroom so she could move in. I practiced my speech and googled her daddy's phone number. The Poynter genes were rising up.
I haven't called...yet. I did just take a Lortab. All bets are off. I wrote down one line so I wouldn't forget. Ready? "I'm glad I already know [gf.] I'm not sure I would want [brother] dating someone you raised." Burn.
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