They stared at the picture of their new daughter-in-law, wearing a hijab.
“Do you think there’s a bride price?” Mom asked.
“I don’t know,” Dad answered. “Does it matter?”
“Not really. I do hope she likes to shop.”
“I do too!” Dad said. “It’ll get me off the hook.”
Mom threw a pillow at Dad, and sat back, intent on the photograph.
“Maybe a terrorist?” Mom asked.
“Doubtful,” Dad countered. “She supposedly works for British Petroleum.”
“So, you think she's harmless?”
“Honey, I've never thought you were harmless,” Dad grinned. “But I don't think you're a terrorist either.”
“Do you think there’s a bride price?” Mom asked.
“I don’t know,” Dad answered. “Does it matter?”
“Not really. I do hope she likes to shop.”
“I do too!” Dad said. “It’ll get me off the hook.”
Mom threw a pillow at Dad, and sat back, intent on the photograph.
“Maybe a terrorist?” Mom asked.
“Doubtful,” Dad countered. “She supposedly works for British Petroleum.”
“So, you think she's harmless?”
“Honey, I've never thought you were harmless,” Dad grinned. “But I don't think you're a terrorist either.”
