He blinked and snapped out of his daydreaming. “Excuse me?”
She was holding several of the clothes in her hand. “I think these are the right ones.”
“The right ones? The right what?”
“The right clothes.”
“Okay. For what?”
“For you, Matt.”
“For me? You mean I should wash those separately?”
“No, not wash. Wear.”
“Wear?”
“Yes, Matt. W-e-a-r.” (speaking slowly once again)
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t get it. Wear? What do you mean by that?”
“I want you to wear these, Matt. Put them on then continue with your cleaning.”
He glanced from her face to the clothes in her hand and back to her face. “Are you serious,?” He says with a little chuckle.
“I don’t see any reason why you should think I am not.”
“But they are your clothes.”
“I am fully aware of that.”
“Female clothes.”
“Yes, I know. You are very bright. Now put them on. NOW.”
