"Tommy has an imaginary friend named Mr. Boner," Bev tells Al, "and I don't know whether it's cute or unhealthy."
"It's unhealthy," Al replies, "and I suggest we put a stop to it right now."
So Bev goes into Tommy's bedroom and says, "Where's Mr. Boner? I'm afraid I have to kill him."
Tommy hides his anger as he fingers the pistol under his pillow. “He’s already asleep.”
“Well, all right, son,” she says, smiling at him and looking him over before she heads up to her bed. She always looks him over with this lovey look on her face. He hates it. I think he’s always hated it.
--Evil Editor/Robin S.