Mac, who had been lying in his plaid boxers, sighed and made himself hunt through his drawers for something to put on. He knew Phineas would have turned up his nose at the jeans and tank top Mac wore earlier. Phineas turned his nose up at a lot of things Mac did—his job, his lack of education, his housing, even his dog. A beagle? Really?How common!
Well, at least the last obstacle had been removed from Phineas’s disdain.
Mac slid into a pair of khaki shorts and pulled a hunter-green Izod shirt over his head. There were some Keen sandals under his bed, and he slid his feet into those. He checked himself out in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of his door and wasn’t unimpressed at the young guy looking back at him. Phineas should have been counting his lucky stars to have him instead of constantly criticizing him.