Cora could be called the all-American girl. I’m older now, but when I was younger I would have qualified as the “boy next door.”
I got the feeling the other day that I don’t want to always relate to Cora as Daddy, the old guy who’s only good for money and car keys, who makes her eat vegetables and enforces a bedtime. Sometimes I’d like to relate to her as just two people who enjoy each other’s company. Why do we have to see each other only generationally? We could be the perfect pairing of the all-American girl and the boy-next-door.