~~
"Guys! Dinner's ready!"
"I'll be right there!"
"What kind of 'culinary masterpiece' did you whip up this time?" his fiancée stepped up behind him and put her arms around his shoulders.
"Nothing to elegant, but I want McKenzie to remember this meal for a long time because of our announcement."
"I can't believe we were able to keep it a secret for this long, she must suspect something."
"Maybe she does, she's just like you. Who knows? Here, help me with this, will you?"
"Sure." They took everything from the kitchen and spread it on the table; still, their 'guest of honor' was not there.
"Where is she?" he asked, he glanced at the phone and saw the red light indicating there was an extension in use. "That's where."
"I'll go get her."
"No, it's alright, you stay here, I'll go get her." He went down the hall to his daughter's bedroom and knocked on the door, then heard her say a hurried goodbye to whomever he was talking to. A couple of seconds later, she was at the door.
"I'm sorry, I forgot! I was talking to a friend about getting my driver's permit. She said you have to take a 40 question test, and it costs 70$, you can keep it as long or as little as you want. She also said there aren't any driver's training in this sector, an' my school don't offer it, so that means you and mom have to teach me. Then it costs another 40$ to get the license, but first you have to take a driver's test…"
"Whoa, slow down. Alright, I see you got the information, that's great, now you just have to wait until you are sixteen."
"Two more days!!" she sang, dancing down the hall towards the dining room.
"Calm down. Dinner is ready, we want to talk to you."
"Alright. I'm starving, let's eat!! Did you hear that, mom? I can get my driver's license!!"
"Really?" he heard his fiancée say, when he got to the dining room, she gave him a look; he had forgotten to mention it to her. Oops.
"So, dad, what was it you wanted to talk to me about, you wanted to do something tomorrow?"
"Well, yeah, actually, how would you like to go see Canada?"
"Canada? I'd love to! When are we going? Christmas or Spring Break? I hope it's Christmas, cuz I don't think I could wait until March."
"Actually, neither. How about Monday?"
"Monday? Monday is my birthday; you're sending me to Canada for my birthday? What about school? I guess that means I have to wait until I get back to get my learner's…'
"Whoa, Whoa, calm down! We got all your schoolwork already so you can work on it while we are away, and we're not going just for your birthday."
"Well, what is the other reason?"
"Well," her mother said, dishing out salad, "Well…"
"We've known each other for a long time."
"Almost seventeen years, actually."
"Yes, I know that, you've told me how you met, and everything. So, what's up?"
"Well, um, your father and I decided it is time we…" she trailed off.
"What?"
"Well…" he started.
"We're getting married!"
"WHAT! Mom, you gotta be kidding! When??"
"Tomorrow afternoon. We have everything picked out and planned. All we have to do in the morning is get dressed and be out of here by ten thirty, we meet everyone over in sector nine around eleven, get married, and we're all off to Canada. All you have to do is pack what you want to bring with you."
"You gotta be kidding…"
"No, she's not. Eat dinner, then you can go pack. Pack a few sweaters, it's a little cool this time of year, but also pack t-shirts and jeans, and your bathing suit, who knows, we may find a hotel with a pool somewhere."
"You are sure this is not a joke?"
"YES!"
~~
"Guys! Dinner's ready!"
"I'll be right there!"
"What kind of 'culinary masterpiece' did you whip up this time?" his fiancée stepped up behind him and put her arms around his shoulders.
"Nothing to elegant, but I want McKenzie to remember this meal for a long time because of our announcement."
"I can't believe we were able to keep it a secret for this long, she must suspect something."
"Maybe she does, she's just like you. Who knows? Here, help me with this, will you?"
"Sure." They took everything from the kitchen and spread it on the table; still, their 'guest of honor' was not there.
"Where is she?" he asked, he glanced at the phone and saw the red light indicating there was an extension in use. "That's where."
"I'll go get her."
"No, it's alright, you stay here, I'll go get her." He went down the hall to his daughter's bedroom and knocked on the door, then heard her say a hurried goodbye to whomever he was talking to. A couple of seconds later, she was at the door.
"I'm sorry, I forgot! I was talking to a friend about getting my driver's permit. She said you have to take a 40 question test, and it costs 70$, you can keep it as long or as little as you want. She also said there aren't any driver's training in this sector, an' my school don't offer it, so that means you and mom have to teach me. Then it costs another 40$ to get the license, but first you have to take a driver's test…"
"Whoa, slow down. Alright, I see you got the information, that's great, now you just have to wait until you are sixteen."
"Two more days!!" she sang, dancing down the hall towards the dining room.
"Calm down. Dinner is ready, we want to talk to you."
"Alright. I'm starving, let's eat!! Did you hear that, mom? I can get my driver's license!!"
"Really?" he heard his fiancée say, when he got to the dining room, she gave him a look; he had forgotten to mention it to her. Oops.
"So, dad, what was it you wanted to talk to me about, you wanted to do something tomorrow?"
"Well, yeah, actually, how would you like to go see Canada?"
"Canada? I'd love to! When are we going? Christmas or Spring Break? I hope it's Christmas, cuz I don't think I could wait until March."
"Actually, neither. How about Monday?"
"Monday? Monday is my birthday; you're sending me to Canada for my birthday? What about school? I guess that means I have to wait until I get back to get my learner's…'
"Whoa, Whoa, calm down! We got all your schoolwork already so you can work on it while we are away, and we're not going just for your birthday."
"Well, what is the other reason?"
"Well," her mother said, dishing out salad, "Well…"
"We've known each other for a long time."
"Almost seventeen years, actually."
"Yes, I know that, you've told me how you met, and everything. So, what's up?"
"Well, um, your father and I decided it is time we…" she trailed off.
"What?"
"Well…" he started.
"We're getting married!"
"WHAT! Mom, you gotta be kidding! When??"
"Tomorrow afternoon. We have everything picked out and planned. All we have to do in the morning is get dressed and be out of here by ten thirty, we meet everyone over in sector nine around eleven, get married, and we're all off to Canada. All you have to do is pack what you want to bring with you."
"You gotta be kidding…"
"No, she's not. Eat dinner, then you can go pack. Pack a few sweaters, it's a little cool this time of year, but also pack t-shirts and jeans, and your bathing suit, who knows, we may find a hotel with a pool somewhere."
"You are sure this is not a joke?"
"YES!"
~~