Luckily, as soon as we resettled, west of Camp Pendleton in San Clemente, mymotherbegan cooking up a storm, recreating family favorites as she was able to find Vietnamese staples such as fish sauce and sticky rice.
"It's my fault, " announced mymother as soon as he began to recount at the dinner table what had transpired there on the eighteenth floor of 1 Madison Avenue.
As word of my annoyance began to get around both our families, both mymother and soon-to-be mother-in-law decided this was a perfect opportunity to re-open discussions on locales we had passed on.