Roger pulled out a simple blue sundress. "This is perfect. Try it on," Roger said.
"Roger," Sam protested.
"Yeah, yeah...I know...your date, not mine," Roger said. "But...if it works out...it'd be great, you know. The last girl Linda dated was such a bitch."
Sam twirled his hair around his finger nervously at that.
"Don't worry," Roger said to him. "You like sports, right?"
"Umm...yeah," Sam said. "Some sports. But...could we talk about something else?"
Roger realized he must be making Sam nervous and felt a bit embarrassed. He didn't want to do that to his best friend.
They started talking about something else, and before long, Sam had relaxed. The two were giggling about something when the door suddenly flung open. It was Jon. He seemed out of breath.
"Jeeze...couldn't you knock?!" Roger said shrilly.
Jon stared at them both, momentarily forgetting why he'd barged in. Sam's hair was down to his shoulders, and his father...Roger's face and arms were completely smooth and hairless.
"This is very important,' he said. "Have you seen a reddish colored rock? It was in a wooden box."
"You barged in because of a stupid rock?" Roger said, voice raising a few octaves...and staying there.
"It's important," he insisted, still staring at them.
