When I went back into the dining room I knew immediately from the look that Doris flashed Doreen that she had been nowhere near as confident as she'd appeared. I cursed myself for buying the feminine apron to humiliate Doris that I now wore. The frilled, gauzy, full apron with the butterflies and orchids embossed.
"I thought it over and felt that it was practical after all," I mumbled. Didn't want to dirty my pants.
"And it looks very nice too dear!" Doreen said, straight faced.
"Sure does mom." Doris laughed. "Looks SO cute!"