"Fine," she responded, "I suppose I shouldn't be so cold." "Tell him he's welcome to come over, but please - and I beseech you, Luke - tell him to dress appropriately." None of those baggy jeans and baseball caps at the table.”
I laughed. It was difficult enough to convince Luke to dress well back then.He was trying so hard to be a gangster type – baggy jeans, tennis shoes that cost his entire pay check, baseball caps turned backward with the brim left unmoulded.He didn't want anybody to think he was the adult son of a doctor and a stay-at-home wife from a middle-class suburb outside of Chicago. That would have damaged his street cred or whatever he called it.
Luke ignored me if he heard me laughing. Instead, he grudgingly agreed that they would dress appropriately for the dinner table.
