Distension's Tension

I can remember a February away back in nineteen seventy-four 'Twas a first meeting of my family and my intended whom I'd spoken for. Two hour ride to Kentucky's western part with a basketball game planned to follow home-cooked meal - key to a son-in-law's heart. The tension on both sides, hard to swallow. Driving home after the game my sweetheart suffered an attack, much worse shall we say, than a mere gastrointestinal fart. Gas stations, closed; fast food stops, gone astray. No rhyme nor reason fits distension's distress; My beloved sensed a connection, right off - key to dad’s workplace suspended a big mess as mom wonders, "Was it my rice pilaf?" written February 9, 2018