Cal and I picked up Ántonia from the middle school dance. Cal, fourteen, cued up 'Bohemian Rhapsody.'
Ántonia, eleven, face flushed from dancing the night away, said 'turn it up,' so I did. We drove and listened, no one talking. We pulled up to the house as the song closed.
'Anyway the wind blows,' Freddie Mercury sang.
My little girl said 'sweet.'
I smiled, we went inside.
They had no idea.
Magnifico. Sweet.
David Rocchio lives, works and writes in Stowe, Vermont. (c) 2013 David Rocchio
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