The small café in the Barns and Noble was filled with people, but that didn’t matter to the old man. He sat with his wife and granddaughter. Since the couple belonged to the Church of the Apostolic Christ his wife wore a long skirt that looked to be cut out of a bed sheet. She had long thick white hair which was tied up in a bun on top of her head. The little ankle that showed was sheathed in very thick skin toned stockings. She was reading “God’s Plan For the Nation”.
Her granddaughter, 12, sat next to her. She was looking over a Goosebumps volume. She wore blue jeans and a tee-shirt tucked in. It read “Hot Hearts Bible Camp”.

The old man sat in between his granddaughter and his wife. No one talked. He wore jeans and a polo style shirt tucked in. His belly hung bloated and obscene over his belt. The shirt was streaked to capacity. His bulbous breasts hung down similar to a woman’s. His navel was a crater. He sat reading Pent House letters. Every so often he would look up and his eyes would follow a young girl walk by. After some time it became apparent that he had grown an erection. It looked like a stuffed slug hidden in his crotch. He would shift his position to better accommodate it. His breathing became heavy and none among his clan talked

When someone complained the barista finally came up to him and asked him to please leave. He got up laboriously, grunting, and walked toward the bathroom. The two other kept reading as if nothing had happened, never looked up.