Forks and
knives squeaking on plates. Then Jack asked:
“What happens next, Dad?”
“Good Lord! Porn Mothers were watching their children and gossiping. After
breakfast, I grabbed my phone and went to the bathroom. Umm.. I looked at him and
noticed that when the worst fear had
passed, he looked disappointed and depressed. It had to be
made clear to her what kind of pants she would wear or if she would wear a
skirt. My wife was just as painfully slow to get ready as I
had feared. She reluctantly did
so; fortunately, I didn’t have to get angry with her this time. He
leaned against me. Forks and
knives squeaking on plates. “Jack,” I replied. We sat again for a long time without
saying a word.
