I read a story about Josephine in Jr. High Literature class and the teacher assigned homework in the form of a written review of the story. It was cold that day so I had my school stuff all spread out in front of the coal fire in the living room of the old 17th century cottage we lived in. I looked up as the door opened and my dad came in from work. I knew, as soon as he asked me what I was working on, that he'd stopped by the NCO club for a few drinks before leaving the base. He didn't have much to say to me or anyone else unless he'd been drinking.
"I'm trying to write a review about Josephine the Wild Boar," I told him. And then the shit hit the fan.
"A boar named Josephine?, What in the hell are they teaching you in school? Everyone with an ounce of brains knows that boars are male hogs and it's stupid to name one Josephine." He snatched the book from the floor in front of me and when I tried to explain that wild boars were a breed of wild pigs with males and females, the ranting and raving went on for at least an hour. My stepmom and brothers stayed out of sight during his tirade and I suppose that was smart because it gave him less fuel for his fire, but damn I could have used a little back-up.
He finally blustered enough that he blew out and stomped into the kitchen to ask where supper was and I escaped up to my cold bedroom with my books. I never did finish that review.
I wonder if God explained to him about Josephine and if he finally understood.