Touch and Go
The next time I see him, I know it's working. I give him the big hug he's not sure what to do with, but he's actually bending this time, pliant like he really is made of flesh and blood not plaster and paint. The very first time I thought, My god, Margie didn't marry a man, she just went to Menswear and paid extra for the mannequin that was modeling these clothes. He squirted out into daylight, his mama slapped him to the tit, and that was the first and last hug he's ever had. Men are like...