Sister: Why can’t I find myself an author husband?
Sister: I’d be happy
Sister: He’d tell me stories, and tell our children stories
Sister: And I’d watch him on his typewriter, tapping away
Sister: I want him to use a typewriter
Sister: Not a laptop
Sister: Then we’d sit on the porch drinking virgin cocktails and listening to Astor Piazolla
Me: Why can’t you be the husband that you seek?