By Trudy Cusella
A wobbly Uncle Ian stands up at the family dinner table and raises his whiskey glass.
“When I marry again, she’ll be a good kisser,” he says in a fake Irish brogue. “A woman should know how to kiss her man.”
His wife, Aunt Aileen, sits quietly across from him.
My father tells Uncle Ian to sit down and ease up on the hooch.
“Yes, sir,” Uncle Ian says as he slumps into his chair, “my next wife will kiss like Maureen O’Hara might.
“Tis the Judas kiss he offers me every time,” Aunt Aileen whispers in her true Irish brogue.
Wow! I don’t want this to be the end of the story. (Note to the author: Please consider avoiding cutesy titles. The work is too good for that.)
Good one. Yes, there is certainly more to this story! Aileen’s husband, for example, might have something to say.
Tis a good’un. You must remember this….a kiss is still a kiss.
She knows how to write, she does, she does.