Once Mary was divorced, she was on the lookout for a man. Her criteria wasn’t too difficult to meet. Employed? Breathing on their own? Owned a car? A car that ran? Cash on hand for drinks and food? Done and done.
The list was short so she had quite a few men to pick from.
One evening a man came to our window. Yes, I did say window, and this stranger began beating on the screen. I asked him what he wanted and he said he was there to pick up Mary for their date. I told Mary that her date was there but he was behaving oddly. She laughed and said, “Oh, that’s just Norman. He’s a real joker.”
I invited Norman to come in, through the door of course. He refused and stayed by the window until Mary came out. Off they went to who knows where. No doubt a liquor establishment where they could imbibe in some of their favorite drinks.
She returned quite late and was snoring loudly in the morning when I left for school. So much for Leave it to Beaver moments.