"We're bringing lots of meat," I said. "Maybe Dad could toss them on the grill when we get there."

"Okay, dear. We're really interested in knowing how you met."

"And why I'm sleeping with both of them?"

"That too."

"All will be revealed," I said.

We continued on I-90 to Rockford, Illinois, then headed north to Madison, Wisconsin on I-39, 90 & 94. During the drive, I talked to them about the story I was going to give to my parents. Just past Madison, we stopped at a Culver's where both Conor and Brigitte had triple Butterburgers, and I had a Chef's salad since I'd be eating meat later.

Brigitte...