I’m not waiting, he said. Sitting around till you’re ready to go. Always taking your time, he yelled down the hall.

Give me a few, will you. I want to look real pretty for you, she patted her face with powder.

Well, alright. When you come out, I want you to look like Dawn Wells, he said. 

Who? 

Mary Ann. The woman on Gilligan’s Island.

Oh. I see. Mary Ann. Every man wants Mary Ann.

Right.

That’s cause they’re scared of Ginger. Too sexual for them.

Have you been taking gender studies at the junior college again?

Just something I’ve noticed over the years. And besides. Am I not good enough for you?

I didn’t say that.

You did. In a way.

Right.

Where you taking me to?

Applebee’s.  Get one of those fancy drinks and a plate of ribs if you want. Payday, you know.

Yeah. She walked out of the bedroom to the living room and twirled her white cotton dress. You like? she asked.

He smiled. Just like Mary Ann.