Husband On | Monkey Rocker

Saturday came. The Hendersons arrived. Laura had staged the living room beautifully—the monkey rocker was banished to the back corner behind a large fiddle-leaf fig plant. Frank was on his best behavior. He served drinks. He laughed at Henderson’s golf stories. He carved the roast.

“You are making a fool of me,” Laura said. husband on monkey rocker

She didn’t say anything else. She just walked over to the monkey rocker, stood behind it, and pushed. Saturday came