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He downs the beer and walks up to her and says, I’m going to take you home, and she laughs and he leaves, dejected, back home to his mother.

The gentlemen mill about discussing their various forms of malevolence. Until there’s blood in the sandbox. And they search for their wives.

The son walks slowly up to his father and asks what it means to be a man and the father laughs heartily and says, No really, what do you want?

There was a station wagon. He felt affection for it. The faux wood paneling. The excessive blind spots. The poor mileage. The funky smells.

And then he said, I’m just going to wear gingham. His mother was appalled. Get out of this house, she said. Green gingham, he said, dancing.