Jon's father was dressed in a woman's white blouse and a black skirt suit. And he was wearing pantyhose and heeled shoes too. At the moment, he was nearly frantically walking around the living, apparently searching for something. He looked up and noticed Jon.
"Oh, I didn't hear you come down. Have you seen my purse?" his dad asked in his usual deep male voice. It was so weird to hear him say "my purse", especially with that voice. "I can't seem to find it."
Jon was speechless. He obviously wasn't sure what to say. When his dad came closer, he saw that he was wearing make-up on his obviously-male face. Lipstick, eyeshadow, eyeliner. Nothing too heavy, but it looked strange on a man's face. His dad was also wearing earrings.
"Oh, there it is," his dad said, smiling. He walked over to the table that was in the foyer and picked up a purse. Was that his mom's purse? He wasn't sure.
His dad swung the purse over his shoulder, then waved at Jon. "Wish me luck, honey," he said, then he left.
What the hell was going on?
