Cap didn't believe me, and there was no changing his mind. He'd gotten rid of his damned parrot; I just assumed he'd give Czar to a good home, too.
"Words don't always mean the way they sound. In Lima I worked my way through crowds saying, Escucha mé, escucha mé; which doesn't mean excuse me but listen to me. No wonder people stared."
We quickly tired of Uno, dos, tres, and decided we could pick up Spanish while we cruised, so Cap taught me his favorite driving game to keep alert: alternately memorizing and repeating words in alphabetical order. "I went to the store and bought an Apple; a Banana; Cow; Dirt," etc. At night we played Backgammon in our room.
No matter which front seat I occupied, Czar drooled on my shoulder from coast to coast. It was driving me crazy, so whenever we stopped and people invariably paid complements, our exchanges went like this:
“You burn terribly. Remember, Mom used to keep you wrapped up under the umbrella at the beach? Plus, you get seasick.”
“I’ll remember all that, thanks, but don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Please don’t tell Mom the same story.” She gave me a canvas bag including, among other things, her foul weather gear and a pair of weightlifting gloves for handling ropes and chains.
"We don't, but I didn't want to say No."
"Why not? Hillary and I have been saying No to her for years. She's used to it." But Cap didn't want to hurt Mom's feelings.
To read from Chapter 1: A Rough Start