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The Planning: Mary's Life

"Oh, yeah, sure. No, I already got your tickets. Yeah, Luce called me, too. OK, see you later. OK, bye-bye," Mary hung up the phone.

"Who was that?" Carlos asked, walking through the front door in time to see his wife hang up the phone.

"Matt; we've got to meet him and Sarah at 9:00, so we can catch the 9:30 flight," Mary tucked a loose strand of her brown hair behind her ear.

Carlos stared at the love of his life. What was Mary talking about? Yeah, normally she was a little ditzy, but this was more like a little insane.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like, like I've gone mad. I was just telling you the plan for getting to Glenoak on time tomorrow," Mary said. Why was Carlos still looking at her like that?

"What?" Carlos was still lost. Glenoak? Tomorrow?

"What?" Mary couldn't figure out what his problem was. Maybe he'd gotten his hair cut earlier? Hadn't he mentioned something about a trim? And didn't men lose brain cells when they cut their hair? That's what Matt had told her once when she'd asked why he never cut his hair. He said he wouldn't make valedictorian if he did. And was the valedictorian of his high school class, with long hair. So, that must be true, right? And, here was Carlos. His hair did look shorter…

"Now, why are you looking at me like that?" Carlos asked.

"Did you cut your hair?"

"What?" Talk about random thoughts. Now the woman was spouting off nonsense about cutting hair.

"When I was younger, Matt told me he couldn't cut his hair because guys lose brain cells when they cut their hair. So, did you?"

"Are you totally loco?" Carlos shouted, exasperated.

"What?" Mary asked, hurt. Why'd he yell at her?

"Guys don't lose brain cells like that. That's ridiculous. And sexist. Why wouldn't women? Actually, that's more likely, with you."

"Are you calling me stupid?" Mary asked.

"No, it's just," Carlos put his hands on Mary's shoulders, "look, Matt probably just told you that to make you stop asking about his hair. And because you're so gullible."

"What's gullible mean?"

Carlos sighed, "Never mind." He loved his wife, but sometimes she was just too dense.

"Oh, ok. Well, I'm gonna go check on the kids; they're napping. Then, I'll go pack," Mary smiled.

"Hold it. Pack for what?"

"To go to my parents house." Geez. Carlos was making that face again.

"Since when are we going to your parents?"

"Since Lucy planned a reunion for Mom's Christmas present," Mary said simply.

"You never told me anything about this."

"Yes, I did."

"No, you didn't."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Oh. Well, then, I didn't. That's ok. Now, you know."

Carlos pinned her with another look. "So, we're leaving for Glenoak tonight?"

"Right."

"And we're meeting Matt and Sarah?"

"Yeah. Oh. That reminds me. I should call Simon and ask if he needs tickets."

"Now, what are you talking about?" Carlos asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Simon and Cecilia go to school in California."

"Oh. So, they don't need tickets. Right?"

Carlos nodded. "Right."

"OK," Mary smiled. She kissed Carlos. "I'll go pack now."

She walked away away, leaving her husband smiling in spite of himself.