When I went back into the dining room I knew immediately from the look that Doris flashed Doreen that she had been nowhere near as confident as she'd appeared. I cursed myself for buying the feminine apron to humiliate Doris that I now wore. The frilled, gauzy, full apron with the butterflies and orchids embossed. "I thought it over and felt that it was practical after all,"  I mumbled. Didn't want to dirty my pants. "And it looks very nice too dear!" Doreen said, straight faced. "Sure...

Big women actually terrify me for some reason. Why, I don't truly know but think it's because I tend to despise the smaller editions of the female sex their stupid bitching about equality with males, when all they can think about is their goddam hair or makeup or clothes. I mean, they're practically begging to be bossed about. They just won't admit it. But I look at big women. See their confidence and their muscles, and they're not the same thing at all. I couldn't avoid working with some as I...

John, meanwhile, was learning to be more of a help for his mother. Andrea approached her son one day and asked whether he could help with the laundry. John replied that he probably wouldn't mind, but that he had no idea how it had to be done. Andrea said that she would show him how to do the laundry. John paid close attention to the instructions his mother gave him, such as washing whites and colors separately. She also explained that all of the lingerie should be...