New York, New York III: Spray Cheese

Please read New York, New York Part I & Part II before reading this story.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The bus pulled into the church parking lot after midnight. My mother breathed a sigh of relief  as I climbed down the narrow steps and into her spicy mustard-colored station wagon.

"How vas it?" she asked.

"I ate some amazing food, saw all the sites, and I bought you this!" I held up an overpriced "I Love New York" keychain.

"Oh, tank you, Stephie," she said, snapping the bawble onto her already large collection of keychains. "So, did anyvon try to bodder you?"

"Nope, I felt completely safe the entire time. It was awesome!"

"Vell, make sure you call Anita vhen you get home, she called like four times, I tink she had sometink to tell you, I dunno vhat."

I thought better of mentoning Anita's fear of Mole People to my mother.

I arrived back at the house and curled up on the bed with our old rotary phone that was the same exact color as my mother's station wagon. "Hey, Anita! Just calling to let you know that I am alive! What did I miss?"

"Oh. My. GOSH," she said....
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