When my mother coplains about the heat
And he says "I remember a time when ... if it wasn't 75, 80 degrees, you weren't happy"
And my mother looks at him.
Just a long stare. Like she's puzzling something out.
and, looking away, rolling her eyes, having made up her mind
sighs at him "I never liked it hot."
"oh yes you did! I remember it. don't try to lie."
"Doug, I never liked it hot"
"Fine, fine, your memory is going."
and my mom just heaves a heavy sigh.
They've been having this argument since I was a kid.
it's always been the same.
My mother just giving in.
My father, sure that he's right.
I'll hear it again at least 10 or 12 more times until the weather turns cool again.
My mother has always hated the heat.
My father has never paid enough attention to her to notice.