Music to My Ears – Call me Leah
Lenny was politely enduring yet another phone call of manly advice from well meaning Uncle Dave about his appearance.
“Lenny, people are gossiping and the family is getting very concerned. You need to butch it up a bit and get a haircut. You've got your mother in a whirl. She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl. When we were fishing last week the bait store owner said “that dude looks like a lady”… and he was referring to you!"
"And it certainly doesn’t help your masculine reputation considering the friends you hang out with… Lonnie Martin. He’s a real piece of work. We used to call him Loretta. Well let me tell you, Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a woman But she was just another man. I’m pretty sure you two were more than just friends. And let’s not forget your other buddy Desmond who stays at home and does his pretty face And in the evening she's a singer with the band. He’s a professional impersonator for god’s sake! I’ve seen the ads for the bar he sings in."
"And who can forget in high school when you came home late and Your mommy was waiting for you and she found you Wearing her high-heel shoes And her low-neck sweater…"
"I want you to know that Girls will be boys and boys will be girls and It's a mixed up muddled up shook up world and I don’t want you getting into trouble.”
Uncle Dave paused to take a breath. “Are you listening to me Lenny?”
Lenny had a subtle smile as he replied “Can I call you back in a little while? I’m playing keyboards tonight, my nail polish is still wet and I have to shave my legs. Dave, remember two things: girls just wanna have fun and sometimes you need to Take a walk on the wild side. By the way, I prefer to be called Leah.”
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