April Sunday

After my DH grew tired of the St. Louis news, I opened a novella called the Holocaust Opera by Mark Edward Hall. I set the K2 to read this out loud to me. With the very good forward to the novella behind us and several pages into the story my gender senses began tingling. My son, as though reading my mind asks if the narrator is supposed to be a man’s voice. After the first person narrator took a shower, powdered up and put on heels, we were still thinking she could be a guy. I have to add here that with the dog fetching, DH chatting about awakening his motorcycle and my son plunking at the milk carton, the gender of the main character in the Holocaust Opera might well have been defined for us shortly after the closing of the forward comments.