I put out a mirror, to be sexy. I was going to whisper, Look. Then, Aren't we sexy?
When I peeked I saw he was wearing his vacuuming! face. And when I saw that face I
didn't whisper anything.
He looked anyway. He looked at himself and he wasn't surprised. He appreciated a man
who knew how to keep the house in order. That's what his father had wanted him to be.
I wasn't going to give him any awards.