The three of us.
Silent. The car signal BLINKS as I pull into the Airport Departure lane and the approaching terminal.
Last night was bad.
'A fiasco,' as Andrew put it later.
The loaded silence across our restaurant table felt as if I was about to be executed. I looked at Frannie-- and I knew the bullet was coming.
"I'm just sick and tired of you hounding me, Eric. God, what to eat, who to be friends with, who to talk to on the phone!"
"Aw, please, Fran. Not here!"
Mama hushed me, or tried to with, "Luigi, lower your voice, people are looking!"
Papa sat quietly. Doing nothing, as usual. Andrew and Greg stared at their heaped plates of untouched pasta.
"I want to go, Eric. I want to go home."
"No one's stopping you, Fran."
After the conversation I heard between Mama and Papa in their bedroom, I knew we had to officially end our "relationship".
Even though we were never together, we decided to break up.
And the plan went off without a hitch.
"Greg, will you give me a ride home?"
"Uh sure, Fran. "
Even Greg and Andrew must have been stumped because their jaws dropped just like my parents.
"Fran. Leave my key in the mailbox, will you?"
"Screw you, Eric Lewis. I'm sorry to ruin your last night, Mr. and Mrs. Espinoza. I have no idea how nice people like yourselves could have a such a demonic child of Satan. Have a safe trip back."
She and Greg left. I looked at Andrew, staring, until he got it-- until he understood what we had done.
But he still didn't loo