We were sitting all together, the three of us in a row, me in the middle, watching the colors of the laundry go round and round: Devon not looking forward to folding the clothes that would inevitably be washed, dried and in the pile in front of him, me thinking about how my back was hurting a little from sitting on the ground for 3 hours last night waiting for fireworks, and Tony sitting quietly to my left.
Suddenly, Tony says in his TV announcer voice, ‘Welcome to the Clothing Show! Tonight’s episode = Sock Pair madly chase after evil Red Shirt!’