Breakfast at the lake with my parents. They never came to California.
Never went anywhere except "over the border". Massachusetts.
Coffee, orange juice, bacon, pancakes, real maple syrup. On the long
wooden table with a view out the window through the trees to the lake.
My parents as always so polite. So polite to Sid.
But later. "Dorothy, you do know that it is not always easy to live with
someone brought up in a different culture?"