She was looking forward to taking their vacation with her parents at the "Family Reunion" that her father had planned. She particularly wanted to see her father. Since her marriage to Ike she had seen him so little, and she missed him. She did not tell Ike that her dad usually called her at home once or twice each week, during the day while he was at the shop. Ike would have had a fit. He had never gotten along with the old man, claiming that he had too much influence over Tricia… whereas he, Ike was the only person who should have any kind of say in her life now that they were married!

"What are you doing in there?"

Tricia jumped at the harsh tone of her husband's voice.

"Why must you treat me like a child???" she hissed, in a tone low enough so that Ike would not be able to hear. But she was unable to gather up the courage to show him this inner anger, and she hurriedly went to open the bathroom door, having completed her evening toilette.

"I'm sorry…" she started saying, but stopped short as she entered the bedroom. Her mouth hung open from the shock of what she saw. The entire room was illuminated with flood lights, and they pointed directly at the bed which had been carefully made down. Ike stood over at the chest of drawers fiddling with what looked like a large camera, while on the other bureau stood a new television set.

"Wha…?"

Ike beamed and turned toward her, pointing the camera in her direction. To her amazement, Tricia saw her own image appear on the television screen.

"What is this… Ike… what on earth is going on?"

"It's a video tape machine, babe… come on in… why don't you get over there on the bed right in the middle like a good girl… I'm gonna set up this camera!"

Tricia could tell from the excitement in her husband's voice that he cared little about what her reaction to this strange new machine was. He was like a little boy captivated by a new toy.