Red Handed (Socks DVII)

When Kyle pulled Red out, Lar was in the neck hole, with Rar hanging out of the right sleeve. He put them on a table that way.
“Look at that,” Kyle said to himself, for the Laundromat was empty.
“I’ve seen clothes turn wrong side out, or get lost, but this is a new one.”
Red was happy, “This worked out better than I thought it would.”
“Glad we could help.”
Red had another idea, “Maybe we can do something like this every time we’re in the wash together.”
They would have shook on the deal, had they had hands.