Desert shorts and other stories

About this book

"At the bach my father work khaki shorts. They reached from his waist to his knees and they looked like skirts. They were as strong as leather and they were held up by twine. Once they were held up by a red-and-blue tie. My mother wore shorts too, but they weren't so long. Her legs looked uncomfortable in the sun, as if they wanted to hide in slacks or stockings. I thought my father and mother were the two best-looking people in the world. But one day I looked at them and was very disappointed. My father had a hectic face; his shorts had collected a few more immovable stains, and his legs were bad-tempered. And my mother was not pretty at all. I wished she had perky breasts and minced about in high heels. But she had a degree instead."--Back cover.