the Heart Approaches What It Yearns

Yearning Heart: So you got home OK? How was your drive?

Daddy: Yup. Drive was smooth.

Yearning Heart: Did you have a good time?

Daddy: Oh, sure, it was great seeing you, Dutch*, you look like you really got your row there.

Yearning Heart: What did you think of [Monsieur]?

Daddy: He seems like a good guy. Real steady. [pause] What I think is more important is, what do you think about him?

Yearning Heart: [laughs] OK, OK.

Daddy: You like him?

Yearning Heart: Yes. Yes, I do.

Daddy: I like him OK, too. You think he’s close to gettin’ a car? He’s tryin’ to pay cash, right?

Yearning Heart: Yes, and yes he is.

Daddy: That’s what I can’t quite figure out, though I give him credit for it. Buying a vehicle without paying over time.

Yearning Heart: You and Daddy get along all right?

Monsieur: Of course. He’s quite likable, and it is easy to see how you grew up with a positive attitude.

Yearning Heart: Really. H’m, ya, I guess I do.

Monsieur: I am most interested in meeting the rest of your family, as well. In particular, your mother.

Yearning Heart: My mother? Why?

Monsieur: It is only fair, as you’ve met mine. Besides, we are all predestined to grow up to be our mothers, so I am most interested to see what is your destiny.

Yearning Heart: What a horrid thought! You take that back, right now! I will not be my mother!

Monsieur: I’m afraid there’s little that can be done.

Yearning Heart: [makes horrid face at Monsieur and heads out to exit, then peeks back at him to make sure he knows she is teasing him.]

Monsieur: Of course, the attitude comes and the attitude goes.

Yearning Heart: OH! [sticks tongue out at him.]