Carl asked David. “Anything wrong?” They were all sitting down at Judy’s dining room table for a late dinner, Carl, Almost, Judy and David. Almost had just stopped by to drop David off, after their clothing shopping spree during the afternoon. He should have gone straight home to have the dinner that his wife, Jennie had cooked for him. But there was no way that anyone in their right mind was going to turn down the offer of one or two pieces of Judy’s homemade pineapple pecan cheesecake. David was now back to wearing his own clothes Jennie had washed, dried and ironed for him and he felt much more at ease in them. “Nobody irons jeans, Almost,” David had whispered to him. “My Jennie does, Dave, and you’ll find yourself swimming in some pretty dangerous waters if you want to be foolish enough to tell her that. I’ll bet I’m the only guy in the whole of the State of Vermont who has his underpants neatly ironed and folded for him too.
