When I went back into the dining room I knew immediately from the look that Doris flashed Doreen that she had been nowhere near as confident as she’d appeared. Cursed myself for buying the feminine apron to humiliate Doris that I now wore. The frilled, gauzy, full apron with the butterflies and orchids embossed.
“I thought it over and felt that it was practical after all,” I mumbled. “Didn’t want to dirty my pants.”
“And it looks very nice too dear!” Doreen said, straight faced.
“Sure does mom.” Doris laughed. “Looks SO cute!”