Summer Begins

“Ella es una trollop.” She rolled her eyes. “Usted no sabe su.” Her brother said lazily, eyes glued to his comic book. You could tell he was getting a bit annoyed. Ham shifted in his seat. I saw him open one eye in my rearview mirror. “Importa? Ella no está con nosotros este verano.” “Mantenerse fuera de este Hamilton.” She did her Popeye look. “Él habla de la verdad,” Scooter muttered. Scoompi noticed me watching them in the rearview. The missus was next to me, gently snoring. She shook her head. “Hal tatakallam al-lughah al-'arabīyah?”, Scoompi turned to Ham. “Na'am, qalīlan.” He pushed his glasses up his nose. Scooter grunted. In unison, they asked, “Are we there yet?” Summer vacation.