She wants to go get her driver's license or at least an ID and then pick out a cell phone. I offered to take her, but she says there's no reason she just can't take the bus. She looked up where she wants to go in the phone book and the bus line (she looked up the routes online) goes past both of them. I think I started to protest, but she reminded me that she grew up in a much larger, and she thinks, much more dangerous city.
"I've got my birth certificate, my passport and even my poor old Social Security card with me. I shouldn't have a problem."
Now if she brought her birth certificate and her poor old unused Social Security card that she got as a baby with her, I'm thinking she might have been planning on extending her stay in the U.S. Of course, why couldn't she? Why wouldn't she? And then it was like she was trying to read my mind.
"You aren't my ticket to America." She said. "I am a natural born citizen."
"I didn't say anyting." I said.
"I've just always wanted to come here. And I mean here specifically. Papa always talked about America and what a great place Toledo was."
"He's got to be the only one." I said. "Except for Jamie Farr."
"Don't think I don't know who you're talking about." She said. "I love MASH and women's golf."
"You play golf?' I asked.
"I watch golf." Maricel said. "And I know how to take the bus."
"Gee, you don't need me for anything, do you?" I said.
"Oh, I can think of a couple of things." Maricel said. She held up her martini glass. "Make me another one, why don't you."
We just dropped into bed really tired from what I don't know.
"I think we're just going to go to sleep tonight." I said as we were halfway to dreamland.
"I've worn you out with my insatiable desires." She murmured.
And that's the last thing I knew until about 3 am when...
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