How My Parents Fell For My Husband

by Amy Sohn

When we got to the apartment, my mother opened the door. “Dad’s not here,” she said. It was just like my dad to cock-block my engagement.

“What?” I said.

“He’s running errands, but he should be home soon.”

“Oh,” I said.

We sat on the living room couch. Jack held my hand. My mother asked what was new. I started to answer, and then my dad came in the door and disappeared into the bedroom.