You set the radio to scan
but even the classical music station is stuck on the Magnificat.
You start to look around for a turnabout
but the sky is dark as Judgment Day and your nerve gives out.
Your grandfather will fuss about the car.
Your grandmother will fuss about the fuss you put everyone through.
Your aunt will make too much of a show in your defense.
Your uncle won't even look up from the football game to greet you.
(One foot wants to turn and run.
One foot wants to stomp and tell everyone they're wrong.)