He started to explain how he had been "holding the same fucking beer can all night" as I slashed into the living room where at least people seemed hap...y, at least the music was decent: Evangelicals: Hello Jenn , and onward to the patio by the pool to ditch him completely. “Fucking lunatic,” I screamed passing through the music, noise and crowd in the living room. A girl grabbed my arm. “Hey!” she said. I wouldn’t stop for her and she wouldn’t let go, so she let me drag her outside.. “How do you think that your family would react if you moved out to shack up with me?” she said.I was nervous. I mean I was really nervous. I wheeled my chair around to her side of the table. I sighed in preparation for the big move, the big moment.I pushed the little box I’d been carrying across a dozen inches of table to within her reach. “Will you marry me?” I said. She stared and muttered some unintelligible sounds before responding.“Huh?” she said.“Will you marry me, and it doesn’t matter. "I'm sorry you had the see that. They spent all year together at school, and every night together while I was at work. The spent all weekend taking over my apartment. I thought that she'd be gone, and we could sit down and relax." I thought that you lived with your parents." No, I'm sorry. They're in Japan. This is their apartment, but they live overseas." What're they doing in Japan?" My dad is the US Ambassador to Japan." That's cool. Did you live in Japan?" Hai, that's yes. I've lived in. None were likely to make the trip to attend the wedding of a nephew that they hardly knew unless there was something in it for them. I honestly could care less whether any of them attended.That may sound harsh but the memory of their apparent lack of concern for the welfare of my mother after my father's untimely death still angered me. My mother had attempted to deal with that loss and the hole that it left in her life with only the love of her son to console her. I blamed myself at first. A.