I understood that there were rules a proper woman must follow to be socially accepted, and then I saw that being ladylike was just a game we played.
Burning Ed’s name into my abdomen was the equivalent of getting a tattoo, just short of being engaged, a symbol of eternal love.
Her eyes sparkled, her hair shimmered silver, and her jewelry shook and danced when she moved.
She got married, had kids, kept a nice house, and made sure there was always plenty of lunch meat in the fridge for her husband.
There was no dress rehearsal for being single. Suddenly my co-pilot was gone and I was flying solo.
If I stood too close to her, she blew smoke in my face. But after a year as her assistant, I took it as a sign of affection.
Ward Cleaver would have had a heart attack at the breakfast table if June had said, “Ward, I’ve been thinking. Now that Beaver and Wally are in school all day, I’d like to have sex with other men.”