“What color is it?”
“Blue. I need to wear it to work today. We have to wear corporate colors.”
“Well, how did it get in my laundry?” Mark asked.
“I don’t know, but it wouldn’t be the first time. You do seem to like women’s clothes.” I watched as they built a scene out of nothing, taking little cues from each other.
“Come on,” Mark asked. “Do I look like I could fit in one of your shirts?”
“All I’m saying is that my shirts are very stretched out sometimes.”
“It could have been the dog.”
“Our dog is a dachshund.”
“That’s a very smart breed. And known for tunneling. Maybe he went into the shirt like…”
Mark gestured at a dog digging into a shirt and I laughed.
“Wait a minute,” Lisette said. “What are you wearing under your sweater right now?”
“It’s not what you think!” Mark cried. Lisette pointed to him, and he pretended to lift his sweater.
“My blue shirt!” Lisette cried.
Paul hopped up and tapped Mark and replaced him in the scene.
“It’s not what you think!” Paul cried.
“Oh really? Then what is it?” Lisette asked her new scene partner.
“I’m experimenting with a new identity.”
“As a woman?”
“As a superhero.” Paul took a superhero pose.
“Well, that does explain the underwear that’s gone missing.”
I laughed.
“What’s that?” Paul cried. “I think I hear a shout for help. I’m sorry, but I need to save the city.” He pretended to tear open his sweater to reveal the blue shirt underneath.
Lisette gasped. “Why is there a letter D painted on my shirt?”
“That’s my superhero symbol. A big D.”
Mark chuckled quietly.
“For dachshund,” Paul added. He turned, as if to an imaginary dog. “Let’s go save the day, Milo!”
“Wait a minute! What am I wearing to work?” Lisette was good at playing her objectives.
“Fine. You can have it. I’ll just have to be a shirtless superhero.” Paul paused, sighed, and pretended to take the shirt off. “I’ll be cold, but the women of the city will thank you.”
Paul flew away. Lisette held up the imaginary shirt and examined it. “Well, I guess the baggy look is in,” she said with a sigh.
I applauded at the end, but Paul just shrugged. “That was a warm-up. This time, I’ll start, Lisette will come in, and then Abby, you have to jump into it in place of one of us.”
