After he cleaned up breakfast, Robert headed toward his bedroom, having nothing on but a bathrobe and a pair of panties. He stopped by his bedroom, and found the door locked. "At least let me get a change of clothes," he called.
Lucy opened the door and threw out a pair of slacks and a golf shirt and closed the door again.
He got the golf shirt on, then tried to slip the pants on. "These are your pants, Lucy," he called.
She opened the door, still dressed in a bathrobe, having been about to change. "No they aren't. They are from your closet."
"This waist is definitely too narrow for me," he insisted.
She examined it, then thoughtfully slipped it on. She went into the bedroom and looked in the closet again. "These are all my size," she said.
"Then where am I supposed to get something to wear?" He said.
"Well, this is just a hunch, but I would bet you that there is something in Mollie's closet that would fit you," she said, zipping up the fly on her new pants, finding them actually rather comfortable.
He headed toward Mollie's room...the room she was pressuring him to stay. He found her putting a few things into a bag to take to the guest room so she wouldn't have to come back. She jumped as he entered. "Monsieur Robert...you startled me," she said.
"We have a problem...my pants don't fit..." he said. "Lucy thought yours would probably fit me now."
"But, Monsieur...I don't own any pants," she said. She only wore skirts or dresses. "You are welcome to what I have..." She pulled something out of the closet and held it out. "This is much too big for me..." she said, surprised.
Robert sighed.
