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behind him to greet me.
    “ Go put some clothes on,
Ethan! Is that anyway to answer the door?” He said it in a
half-scolding manner but it was less of a reprimand than something
he seemed to be saying just because I was there and felt like he
needed to declare it for appearances sake.
    “ Right on time,” he said
to me, reaching his hand out to shake mine in a very formal manner.
“Please come in, Natalie. We’ll be meeting in my
office.”
    He led me through the hallway of the house
toward his home office. As we were walking through the narrow hall,
the son who had answered the door passed by to go into the bathroom
and our eyes met for a brief second before he quickly looked away.
When we got to the living room, Anderson stopped for a moment.
    “ Ethan, Carter,
Alexander!” he called out. “Come meet Natalie.”
    Ethan peered back out from the bathroom
doorway while I watched his other two sons wander into the living
room. Neither of them was wearing a shirt. They just stood there in
their boxers, curiously staring at me and wondering who I was. I
felt like I had just been allowed into the men’s locker room and no
one seemed to be concerned in the least about covering themselves.
I ogled the trio of innocent bare bodies like absolutely nothing
was out of the ordinary. It was as if they were being put on
display for me to admire. At least in my mind, I felt like I was at
market for fresh young male meat.
    “ Natalie, this is Ethan.
You met him at the front door. And that is Carter and
Alexander.”
    “ It’s very nice to meet
all of you,” I said in a very warm tone. They just looked back at
me like indifferent teenagers.
    “ Guys, be polite and say
hello,” their father told them firmly. One of them greeted me while
the two others raised their hands lackadaisically before they
turned away and went about their business.
    “ Sorry about that,”
Anderson said. “You know how boys are these days.”
    “ Yes, of course,” I
replied.
    He led me into his office and closed the
door behind me. He motioned toward the large wooden armchair that
was placed opposite his chair and desk. I sat down and readied
myself for his questions.
    “ Did you bring your
resume?” he asked me as he sat down.
    “ Yes, I did,” I replied
promptly as I reached down into my bag to extract the sheet of fine
linen paper from my leather binder. I passed it adroitly across the
desk to him. He took it from me and began to study it while I
waited. I let my eyes wander around his office while he read and
noticed that he had quite a few photos of himself with an
assortment of military officers and politicians. His entire office
was very neatly organized. Every book on his shelf seemed to be
categorized and meticulously kept. His desk was bare except for a
tidy stack of letters, his computer and a stack of post-it notes
next to a silver fountain pen. And surprisingly, it all seemed to
be very, very clean.
    “ So,” he began as he
looked up at me, “have you worked as a housewife
before?”
    I laughed when he said it, but after I did,
he just looked back at me with a stone cold glare and I quickly
realized he was serious. His strict formality caused me to be taken
back a bit and I erased the smile from my face before I answered
him.
    “ Well, no, I haven’t
Anderson, but I…”
    “ Mr. Norton.”
    “ What?” I said.
    “ Please address me as Mr.
Norton. I don’t believe we know each other well enough for such
personal addresses,” he told me firmly.
    I had expected this to be a kind of
make-believe interview and was shocked as to how proper he was
making it. I straightened myself in my chair and continued what I
was saying before he had cut me off.
    “ Yes, of course, Mr.
Norton. As I was saying, I have never held the position of
housewife before but I believe that my experience in other fields
has properly prepared me to handle the responsibilities of the
position.”
    “ How so?” he responded
immediately.
    “ Well,” I