Even more uncomfortable

"So," Mrs. Fellers said after they'd been seated and Maria, a cute Latina maid, had served the soup course, "what do you poor people think about our President?"

"Mother." Wendy sounded shocked.

"It's okay, dear. I just thought, since we have someone poor here, we might as well learn something about the life they lead."

Matt put down his soupspoon. "Evidently you're sorry your daughter has chosen to date me. I'm sorry that my background makes you uncomfortable. If you'll excuse me, I'll just leave."

"Oh, Mother, he's a cute boy," Deisi protested. "It's not like Wendy has a whole bunch of prospective dates lined up."

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings? Am I a horrible person not to want to see my daughter hooking up with some slum dog who wants to destroy her prospects and--"

"Come on, Matt," Wendy said. "I'll buy you dinner at Red Onion. Don't wait up, mother. I may be back late."

"Sit right down, Wendy. It's a school night and you're not--"

"Sorry, mother. When you apologize to Matt, maybe we can have a conversation. In the meantime, go listen to your talk radio shows."

"You're grounded. You're grounded for the rest of the summer."

"Do what you have to do. I'm taking Matt home and, since I promised him dinner, I'm taking him out first."