Judy
Once the decision is made, I approach my task with the zeal and professionalism expected of a woman of medicine.
I arise Sunday to gather a bucket, locate a long hat pin, and have husband Tom search the basement for an appropriate nail. He fortuitously locates a brass finishing nail once intended for use on the deck of our sailboat, long since sold.
Narrow in gauge and some two inches in length, its perfect. And in placing it in a vise and tapping with a hammer it easily bends, not quite to 90 degrees.
Both hat pin and nail are boiled on the stove then immersed in a caustic and antiseptic solution. The bucket is filled with crushed ice and I add some water. I am ready for Willie. He will frottage no more.
Morning ablutions proceed as usual. Willie displays his rigidity to welco
