Part V: In The Company Of The Cabots, part I
~One week later~
"Okay, why are we doing this again?" John asked for the millionth time that evening as he and Alex approached the front doors of Cabot Manor, Alex's home in the suburb of North Boston in Massachusetts. He kept straightening his tie.
"We are doing this because it's high time that you met my parents and they met you." Alex said, coolly as she smoothed out the wrinkles on her suit. "And as long as you and my father don't discuss politics or religion, you'll get along nicely."
"And why is that?" John asked.
"My father is a Democrat who hates Jewish people, and guys like you who are insistent that 'big brother' is always watching. He thinks that you're all nuts. So, please, John, I am begging you: leave your political convictions at the freakin' door!""
John sighed. Anything for Alex. He reminded himself as he watched Alex ring the doorbell. Brace yourself.