Once, my Aunt Rita and Uncle Jimmy Cucinotta took the family on a vacation. The night before they left, he packed the car, got gas, and made all the arrangements. He told my aunt, You have one job tomorrow. Please go to the the bank and get the money
. In those days, there were no credit cards. The next day, he came home from work and they promptly got in their car and left on their long journey.
When they got to Tennessee, he pull over for gas and asked my aunt for some money. She informed him that she forgot to get it. He called his brother-in-law, who drove 600 miles to bail them out. He never said a word to my aunt. Many years later, when he was sick and just before his death, she confronted him and asked why he never yelled at her. It obviously had been on her mind. He said was it really your fault for not doing it … or was it my fault for thinking you would actually do it?
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Strangely, she agreed with him.