At F’s father’s 80th birthday party. 32 Cubans are simultaneously screaming at each other about:
-the location of the beer
-a good place for maduros
-Abuela’s kidney stones
-the location of the cat
-the fact that the “0” atop the 80th birthday cake has fallen over in the heat
-the location of the beer
-a good place for maduros
-Abuela’s kidney stones
-the location of the cat
-the fact that the “0” atop the 80th birthday cake has fallen over in the heat
In my family these same conversations would take place in an elaborately coded system of meaningful stares, gentle throat-clearings and softly sighed observations about the front yard’s planting area.
To Scream Without Anger is a skill set I will never master, just as F is doomed to fail at his every halting, hilarious attempt at passive-aggression
What is the Spanish for “Why are you shouting at me about the paint color you’ve selected for your great room?”
