it's just so."
Quentin wanted to scream. It wasn't just his parents gushing over her, she was also gushing over them. If everybody would just stop trying so hard, maybe they could have a civilized visit. But that apparently wasn't going to happen without some kind of intervention.
"Listen," said Quentin, "I don't really care if we eat in or out. I don't care if we have chicken or Big Macs. I brought my fiancee here to meet my parents. And the way it looks right now, we're going to leave here without ever having done that."
They all looked at him as if he were insane.
"Quen," said Dad, "here we are. There she is. We've met."
"That's my point. My parents have a personality. They have habits and customs. They have a life. I wanted to bring Madeleine into the life. So she could see who you are, the family we are together. But you two are being so completely, insanely accommodating that - it's like your own personalities have been completely erased."
Tears filled Mom's eyes. "We've just tried to be nice."
Madeleine looked desperately embarrassed. "Tin, I thought it was all going really well."
"We only want you two to be happy," said Dad. He put his arm around Mom.
"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't want to make a scene," said Quentin. "Tell you what, you three stay here and have the crockpot chicken and tell each other how perfect it is and then spend the rest of the night insisting that the other person choose what TV show to watch or game to play. I'm going to the movies."
He turned and headed for the front door. He had his hand on the knob when he heard something that stopped him cold.
Laughter. Warm, throaty laughter. Lizzy's laugh.
He caught his breath. He turned. It was Madeleine. But now the laughter had changed. Still low, still warm, but no longer Lizzy's voice. Mad didn't look at him.
"Well, shucks," said Mad, speaking to no one in particular. "Maybe there is such a thing as getting along too well." She looked at Dad and winked. "Let's have a fight, Mr. Fears. It'll make Tin feel so much better."
Dad smiled and nodded. "Well, maybe not a fight. Maybe just a tiff."
"I know we're all joking and we're embarrassed and all," said Mom, "but there is just the one thing, just the tiniest thing - I know you have a right to call him by whatever pet nickname you want, but... calling him 'Tin'..."
Mad put her hand to her mouth. "Oh, I should have known. I should have realized."
"How could you have known that our Lizzy called him..."
"But he did tell me that," said Mad. "It just never crossed my mind, after all these years, that it would - but of course, it was this very house where she - it did seem all right with Tin - with Quentin - and so I just - please forgive me."
"No, no," said Mom. "Now I feel just awful for mentioning it. Because it is all right. I just - I just thought that - "
"Acknowledging her," said Dad. "That's all that was needed, maybe. To acknowledge her. That she called him that. And then it's OK."
"Yes," said Mom. "You can call him that, really. It won't bother me now, because I've, because I've spoken of her."
"But you should have spoken of it before," said Mad. "Two days I've been driving you bonkers with - "
"No, no, nothing like that," said Mom, "I just - every time you said it, you called him that, I wanted to speak, to say, 'That's what Lizzy called him,' and it wasn't even going to be a complaint, just a comment, just to say, I don't know, that she still has a place in our home, in our memories. But when I thought of saying it, I just, it just felt like something clamped down inside me and I couldn't speak."
"Well," said Dad, "you're speaking now."
"See?" said Mom. "Quentin was right to just bring things out in the open. We were being on our best behavior a bit too much, weren't we? Why, I'm - I'm almost exhausted with politeness. And yet I really do like you, Madeleine, dear. I just wanted so much to make a good impression, I suppose."
"The main thing," said Dad, "is this: Dinner in or dinner out?"
It was dinner in and now, at last, it was as if his parents had come out of hiding. There was chatter and banter and some