A phone conversation between Brownsville and Dallas on a Monday afternoon.
Me: So, Mom, quick question.
Me: How do you feel about me missing the second half of Christmas break? Like, from right after Christmas to right after New Year's?
Mama: (Her voice exhibits a quick and unmistakable shift from casual chatting to a mix of disappointment and disapproval) Well, it certainly would be a shame. What do you need to do?
Me: Go to the Holy Land.
Mama: Oh! Well, I think that would be understandable.
Talked to the priest in charge. It's official. I'm going to Jerusalem.