“That’s how a family should be,” he stated with authority as he watched “Leave it to Beaver” on his flat screen. “June Cleaver is hot.”
So I bought a hot dress, mid-century modern they call it. And one of those cone-cup bras. He liked them sticking out. Hosiery with a seam in the back and black heels. He started wearing a cardigan sweater to dinner and smoking a pipe. He said we needed to have children, a couple of boys.
For his birthday I bought him “Twilight Zone,” the complete DVD set, and went shopping. When I returned, he was gone.