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“No, honey, it’ll be fine,” I said. Josh was so nervous about meeting my family and really so was I. My family hadn’t been too keen on my dating anyone. How they thought I was going to get married, I don’t know.

I drove Josh’s red Range Rover so he could think and pontificate on how horribly wrong it all was going to go. And also because driving relaxes me.
I drove to the house and had to keep driving to look for a parking space. Ahh, graduation parties. Couldn’t the guests wait until the big sister of the graduate arrived before they filled in all the spaces? Or at least my parents could’ve reserved a parking space for me. Ah, well.

I parked and Josh and I got out and proceeded to walk two blocks to the party. Can someone say, “Dead man walking?”