Americana

“Es una Americana”
That was that first thing that crossed my parents minds when I introduced her for the first time.
Over the years they had grown accustomed to a shameful parade of women who I had brought home. But there was something about this young woman that they didn’t quite trust.
“In America, white women have loose morals” my mother warned me. “In America, blondes will break your heart and move on to the next man.” my father testified.
They shook hands and exchanged nervous pleasantries in broken English. Secretly they hoped that this young woman would amount to not much more than a common cold so I could then meet a wholesome Mexican girl.