She didn’t say anything else. She just walked over to the monkey rocker, stood behind it, and pushed.
Frank stood back, panting slightly, his polo shirt untucked. “It’s a find.” husband on monkey rocker
“We’re having the Hendersons over for dinner on Saturday,” she said on Thursday. She didn’t say anything else
He stopped rocking. The silence was sudden and loud. He turned his head slowly, the porch light glinting off his reading glasses. “Why not?” stood behind it
That’s when Laura saw it clearly for the first time. It wasn’t a toy. It wasn’t folk art. It was a throne. A ridiculous, shabby, carnivalesque throne, and Frank had become its king.