A Friendly Kidnapping
It's kids -grown kids- who do the crime and elderly parents who do the napping
in this version of the story. Swept from their cluttered home of 40 years,
bundled up with walkers and prescriptions into a waiting car. Driven by
a perfect impersonator of their second-born. Chased down the highway by
the vehicles of both death AND taxes. Stashed in a far-away city in a safe-
house belonging to yet another co-conspirator child. Keep the hostages
comfortable. Forward the mail so they can ignore the bills in person. Paste
and post the following note: “Please excuse my mom from physio-therapy
today and everyday for the foreseeable future.” Daughterhood doesn't
die from gentle sins like these. You're just trying to ransom a little peace of mind.