A Time Traveller in the Family
Barry stopped his car outside of Alba’s house. He took a deep breath before leaving the car. He had a feeling that today would have its fair share of hiccups. He knocked on her door. A few moments later she opened the door. Her face was all smiles and she wore the flowery dress that Barry said he had liked at one point. “You’re a bit early,” she said. “It runs in my family,” he said. He gave her his best smile. “Are you ready?” “Are you?” she said. She grabbed her purse and a shawl and followed him to the car. He opened the passenger door for her. “I guess I am,” he said, once they were both seated and buckled in. “You’re what?” she said. “Ready. You know,” he said. “It’s not every day you meet my family for the first time.” He chuckled. “Relax, Barry,” she said. “Everybody’s family is a little weird. It’s part of their charm.” “You’re right,” he said after another breath. “Well, let’s get going then.” They drove on for a while in silence, until Alba said something: