Mother-in-law is clearly distressed,
her face is riven and sallow.
This is a Mother’s worst nightmare,
and I’m certain she must blame me
somehow, for dragging her daughter
into this mire. Father-in-law asks me
to recount the whole incident,
and to remember the smallest detail.
I am trembling by the end of the story.
Then we take our keys, prime the burglar
alarm, and deadbolt the front door.
Our bitter-sweet home-making is over
for now. I take a last glance at our love
nest, now defiled, and the car growls
into life and sweeps us away.