Conversation at Immigration, Atlanta

Ian and I approach the counter together. He has filled out our family customs form on the plane from Lima.

Agent: "Are you family?"
Us: "Yes." We nod, and hand over our passports.
Me: "Hand him the form," murmured, at Ian.
Ian: "It's for customs." Murmured as well, slightly sarcastically.
Agent: "No, she's right, I want to see that too."
Chagrin.
Agent: "How long have you been gone?"
Ian: "Seattle."
Me: "Three weeks."
Agent, chuckling, to Ian: "You'd better let her take over from here!"
We laugh, and Ian steps back so I can precede him, in proper order, into America

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