If he was a typeface he'd be Dom Casual. He was always wearing his red and yellow pin-striped bathrobe even when rolling out his blue trash barrels to the curb. The kids in the neighborhood asked me is he naked under there?
I've never checked, I said, laughing.
We're all naked under our clothes.
Mr. Casual as I like to think of him, walks his German Shepherd by standing in his yard in his robe, while holding his dog on a very long leash.
I saw him last Saturday watering his purple and white tulips. He was wearing leather tassel loafers without socks.
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This is such a wonderful piece Emily. I wish you were in my writing group! Your world is populated with such sharply drawn characters. And I love the line, "We're all naked under our clothes."
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