Unwelcome VisitorAs Pete watched trees sway in the distance, the door to his room swung open. His mother stepped inside, breaking his thoughts. “Let’s go shoe shopping.”
“Can you please knock before entering?” Pete asked.
“If you don’t want me to come in, then lock the door next time. Now, to be presentable, you must have proper clothes.” Mrs. Plain walked to his closet with brusque determination and rifled through shirts.
“But the messy, tattered look is ‘in,’” Pete said. It was too late. She had made her choice: a pair of black pants with a matching suit coat and white shirt.
Pete groaned. “I hate that penguin suit.”
“It beats those ragged jeans and wrinkled shirt you’re wearing,” she replied.
Pete couldn’t win the battle, so he put on the suit and modeled it.
Mrs. Plain clapped h
