As I pull harder on the shirt, I become aware that I am almost stretching it to the point where it will tear. "Hello, my name is Mrs. Williams. It's great to finally put a face to your name. Would you like me to prepare something for breakfast? Do you like omelets?"
Oh my god, I'm so ashamed of myself. I totally blanked on the fact that Mrs. Williams would be in attendance today. Now, I am standing here to greet her while wearing Stephan's T-shirt, which I am confident she will recognize because she does his laundry. I am also wearing my pants.
"Umm, yes. I am grateful. I'd appreciate it if you could give me a moment of your time; I'll be right back."
"Of course, dear."
As I make my way swiftly toward the bedroom, I pull the shirt over my pants and fasten it. When I am finally inside,
