November 27, 2015
Her aspirations aren't that lofty, she'd like to think. She wants a husband who would do mundane things with her at the house, make toast, repair what needs repair. She wants to scour the supermarket for the good kind of cheese, the good kind of butter, the good kind of dish washing sponge, the good kind of everything. Someone who still likes listening to the radio, still writes letters, still uses the landline, still keeps a typewriter. Back at the house, she dreams of spending time with someone in front of the television, falling asleep together with the light on.