High Cards

HIGH CARDS

“But Daddy always gets his way when you buy a car!” Louise complained. “The politics of marriage! You would think this time you would have a right to say what kind of car you get. It isn’t as if you couldn’t afford just about any car you wanted. Besides, you’ll be doing most of the driving since you’ve got two more years before you retire!”
Anna laughed. “Well, I’d like to drive a little red sports car—Buick’s got an adorable Skyhawk—but your father really wants that Lincoln. Men seem to identify with their car more than women do.”
“Let him identify with the station wagon. I’m not saying you should turn that in. You need something to carry loads of peat or groceries in. So why does Daddy need another big car?”
“I don’t know, dear. We’re in the process of arguing about it daily, but since he can’t say it’s foreign or costs too much he’s going to lose this one. I’m not going to give in. I have just as much right to a little Buick sportscar as he does to the other. This time it’s my turn to choose.”
“Don’t let him argue you out of it, Mom! Stand by your choice! Strike a blow for women’s lib!” Anna was laughing, but something serious was in her mind. She was feeling her own sense of the inequities of marriage. Glen sat down to read the newspaper every night while she fixed dinner, though they worked the same number of hours. If she asked for help around the house, he said he didn’t know how, his tactical ineptitude enough to absolve him of labor because she was always too tired to teach him. Her mother was so much her model that if she could break their pattern, maybe Louisa could find permission to expect something different for herself.
But the next time her parents drove up, they were in a shiny new silver Lincoln. Anna could hardly wait to get her mother alone. “I thought you said you were going to stand by your guns!”
“Well, he came up with an unanswerable argument,” she laughed. Was she blushing? “He said the sports car was too small to make love in!”

2017-Lincoln-Continental-

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