Husband On Monkey Rocker Patched -

“It’s for the digestion,” Frank said, taking a bite of pie. “The rocking motion. Helps move things along.”

Frank started to rock faster. Not because he wanted to, but because she was pushing. The springs shrieked. The monkey’s glass eyes rattled. Frank gripped the wooden handles, his knuckles white, a flicker of fear—or was it joy?—in his eyes. husband on monkey rocker

“Because it’s humiliating, Frank.” “It’s for the digestion,” Frank said, taking a

By week two, the rocker had migrated inside. Frank said a storm was coming. But the skies were clear. He placed it in the living room, right where the coffee table used to be. He’d come home from work, kick off his sensible loafers, and climb aboard. He’d rock and watch the evening news. The image of a grim-faced anchor, a man in a monkey suit on a monkey rocker, was too surreal for Laura to process. Not because he wanted to, but because she was pushing

But after dessert, when Laura went to the kitchen to make coffee, she heard it.