I was in a pinch, so my boyfriend’s parents invited me to live with them and seven of their ten children still at home. My boyfriend and I shared a room with his brother, the one with the fancy car parked in the garage all winter.
One evening over dinner, conversation was lively and a little salty. His brother exclaimed, “Oh, if that car could talk!”
I glanced at my boyfriend and we burst out laughing!
Oh, his brother’s face when he clued in to our backseat shenanigans!
Damn, but Montréal is cold in January. Stiffest my nipples have ever been!
