Brandon came bouncing out of the bathroom still completely naked. I looked away. I felt ashamed, but I did. I pointed to the dresser and closet and by the time I had scooped up the kitten, played with the drapes and looked out the window (what the heck, there were tombstones out there! That one field, that wasn’t a field, it was a cemetery!) and turned around, he looked like a mirror reflection of me. Both of us reincarnated as 1950’s James Deans. Okay, I know, ancient, but still old enough to be cool again, so there.
I thought I had the kitten calmed down again but then Brandon said, “I forgot to thank that lady who brought me in the extra towels. Was that the maid?”
No one had walked through this room to the bathroom. No one. Now both the kitten and I were getting chicken skin again.