1. I am at some sort of family reunion/hostage situation. I am being criticized by my (heavily armed) cousins for not having children, and my parents try in vain to defend me. At some point I am overwhelmed by the hiccups and am allowed a medical leave.
2. My dad discovers my short story collection but believes it to be a memoir. He is so shocked and upset about my subject matter that he sits in a corner and cries. I try to explain things to him but I get frustrated and ultimately just call him a bad reader.
