The third girl left for her honeymoon in the Caribbean. Mom waited for a week, nothing. Another week went by and still nothing.
Then after a whole month, a card finally arrived. Written on it with shaky handwriting were the words: “British Airways”. Mom took out her latest Harper’s Bazaar magazine, flipped through the pages fearing the worst, and finally found the ad for the airline.
The ad said: “Three times a day, seven days a week, both ways.” (Mom fainted)