“Because it’s humiliating, Frank.”
Laura knew for a fact that Frank had never once complained about his discs. husband on monkey rocker
“Great,” Frank said, rocking. Eeeee-aaaaah. “Because it’s humiliating, Frank
“Are you going to sit on that thing all evening?” she asked on day three. “Are you going to sit on that thing all evening
By week two, the rocker had migrated inside. Frank said a storm was coming. But the skies were clear. He placed it in the living room, right where the coffee table used to be. He’d come home from work, kick off his sensible loafers, and climb aboard. He’d rock and watch the evening news. The image of a grim-faced anchor, a man in a monkey suit on a monkey rocker, was too surreal for Laura to process.
Laura blinked. “It’s a nightmare, Frank. What is it for?”