“Damn!” Milton stared at the shirt button in his palm.
“What is it, hon?” his mother called from the kitchen where she was giving his suit pants a final pressing.
“Can you sew on a button for me? It just came off in my hand.”
“Okay, give me a minute.”
“God, why did I let Steve talk me into this?” Milton asked, looking down at the open cuff.
“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain. And you agreed to go to the winter semi-formal, or whatever it’s called these days, because that’s what couples do.” His mom said, coming into his room, the pants draped over her arm. “Come here, let me have a look.”
Milton held out the button and showed her where it had come from. “Should I take it off, maybe put on a different shirt?” It was a new shirt, one his mom had bought especially for the dance.
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