Chicago.
The Caffreys had a heated argument.
"No, I don't agree. Aren't there any good girls in Chicago? I don't want that Italian girl to be my daughter-in-law! There will be communication problems." Andrew's mother, Mrs. Caffrey, smacked the fiat of her hand on the table and spoke the words with iron decisiveness.
Andrew and Mr. Caffrey looked at each other, filled with helplessness.
Ever since Mrs. Caffrey learned that her son had an Italian girlfriend, she had been unhappy.
"Mom, Elisa spoke English very well. Didn't you talk to her the last time she visited you? You won't have problems in communication, your only problem is lack of communication," Andrew said, desperately.
"Yeah, we're not inflexible people, are we? What does it matter if your daughter-in-law is not an American? Besides, Elisa's grandmother is American, and to be exact, she's not a foreigner." Mr. Caffrey also helped his son.
