I worry sometimes,
maybe Bob has gotten too much in touch with
his feminine side. Last night, I'm pretty sure,
he faked an orgasm.

Marge picked up the boys at the office today, and when she
brought them back they were wearing little Indian cotton
drawstring pants, little baby Birkenstock sandals, their
T-shirts said "Small Is Beautiful." She must've had them made.
They look just like Bob
did when we first met. She's so crazy about the twins, but
I worry when she has them; what if she should drink
too much?
Sometimes when the twins are sleeping I look down at them and
I feel this rush of tenderness and I am amazed at the love I
feel.

And then they wake up!