The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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I interviewed my mom (Anna) on FaceTime. She told me about the first time she introduced my dad (Bob) to her parents. The most hilarious part of the story was when my grandparents tried to convince my dad to date my mom’s sister (Rosie) instead because they were closer in age. An interesting physical description of my mom was her now straight hair, as she went through many hair style phases in the 80s. This memory is so funny to both of us that I decided to write about it so we can remember it forever.

Ding dong! Anna sprinted to the front door and swung it open at once. “Bob’s here!” she announced.

“Anna--” Bob stuttered.

“Don’t worry,” she reassured him, “they’re gonna love you.” Anna slammed the door behind them.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man wearing a white tank top and a flat cap jumped up from the couch. “Eh!” he yelled as he rose from his slumber. He blinked, regaining awareness of his surroundings. “Who are you?” he hollered in an Italian accent, inching towards Bob.

“Daddy...this is Bob. He’s taking me out to dinner tonight,” Anna stated calmly. “I only told you, like, twenty times.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Primavera,” Bob politely stuck out his right hand.

Mr. Primavera stroked his grey mustache and pondered, “Are you Italian?”

“Fifty percent, actually,” Bob chuckled awkwardly.

“Fifty percent, eh?” Mr. Primavera snarled, hesitantly extending his right hand.

Anna suddenly blurted out, “I have to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” She looked at Bob with bulging eyes and mouthed the words ‘I’m so sorry.’ She ran away, leaving Bob alone with Mr. Primavera, whose arms were crossed and eyes were squinted.

A shuffling sound caused both of them to turn their heads as a middle-aged woman dragging her feet towards them. She was dressed in an old stained kitchen apron and pink slippers. “Are you Bob?” she grinned. “I’m Anna’s mother. It’s nice to meet you.” She opened her arms and embraced him, kissing him on both cheeks.

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Mrs. Primavera,” Bob replied timidly.

Mr. Primavera yelled, “How old are you?”

“Twenty three.”

Both parents’ jaws dropped to the floor in disbelief. A lingering silence filled the room as Mr. and Mrs. Primavera stared at Bob. “Did you say...twenty three?” Mrs. Primavera inquired, swearing under her breath in Italian.

“Yes, that’s right. I graduated college and--”

“You graduated college?!” Mrs. Primavera held onto her husband for balance. Sweat began to drip from Bob’s forehead as he panted nervously. Mr. and Mrs. Primavera started whispering to each other, glaring at Bob between sentences. “Hold on,” said Mrs. Primavera, shuffling into the other room.

A few moments later, Mrs. Primavera returned holding a tall young woman by the hand. She was dressed in a long plaid gown and pigtails, gawking uncomfortably. “This is my daughter Rosie,” Mrs. Primavera introduced. “She’s also twenty three.” Rosie smiled painfully.

“My daughter Anna…” Mr. Primavera started, “she’s only nineteen. She’s too young for you.”

The sweat on Bob’s forehead flowed even stronger. Then, the bathroom door burst open as Anna charged down the hallway. “Excuse me,” she shouted grabbing Bob by the wrist and pulling him away. “This was nice, but we have to go now. Bye!” Anna slammed the front door on their way out, causing the house to shake.

Mrs. Primavera looked over at his wife and daughter and smirked, “Well, it’s not like they’ll get married or anything.”

Meeting The Parents

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Linden, NJ

I interviewed my mom (Anna) on FaceTime. She told me about the first time she introduced my dad (Bob) to her parents. The most hilarious part of the story was when my grandparents tried to convince my dad to date my mom’s sister (Rosie) instead because they were closer in age. An interesting physical description of my mom was her now straight hair, as she went through many hair style phases in the 80s. This memory is so funny to both of us that I decided to write about it so we can remember it forever.

Decade: 1980s
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Recorded by Danny Scerbo on March 13, 2019
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