Delicious

Dessert was delicious. It turned out, Che Bap was a sort of pudding and it tasted great.

"I have decided," Mrs. Phuan said, that I will allow you to date my girls."

Cindi smiled and Pam clapped her hands.

"You seem," she continued, "like a nice young man. And very handsome, for an American I mean. But only if they keep their grades up. No A in Biology and Calculus," she shook her finger at Cindi, "no more boyfriend. And you, Pam. I expect more help around the house. If you expect me to pay for Matt to fly up to Stanford for V.S.A. activities, you'll need to be on your best behavior."

"Yes, mama."

"Vietnamese Student Association," Cindi whispered. "Cai is President."

"Now, why don't the three of you watch TV for a little while while I clear the table and then I will take Matt home."

"I can do that, mama," Pam said.

Mrs. Phuan laughed. "And leave your sister bitching at me? No thank you."

"Thank you for the dinner, Mrs. Phuan," Matt said. "And for letting me date your daughters."

She sighed. "I know Cindi told you how things are with my cousin. My daughters should not put me in such an embarrassing situation, but there it is."

"Why don't I help you with the dishes."

Mrs. Phuan sighed. "No, no. You go make out with the girls. I know you Americans, always with your kissing and squeezing."

Cindi took him by one and while Pam grabbed him by the other and dragged him into the media room. "Mama will be disappointed if we aren't making out when she's done with the dishes," Pam said. "Why don't you start with me?"