The shoes were propped against the wall, toes down. Kyle had draped the boys over the shoes. The conversation carried, even though Lar was on the right shoe, Rar on the left.
“Looks like you guessed right.”
“I’m glad you were here to see it, I have so little talking company.”
The heat kicked on.
“This will dry us out.”
“We’re not very wet.”
The shoe added, “I’m not totally right, he didn’t put powder on us.”
“Close enough.”
In the morning Kyle put the brothers in a basket, atop of the tee shirt Kyle had worn the night before.
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