Folded Laundry and a phone conversation

Dally can you fold the clothes in the basket in my bedroom?

Sure, mom.

Several minutes pass. I’m cleaning the kitchen. Dally comes in from time to time to get a drink or answer the door. But goes right back into the bedroom.

He must be working hard.

I go to check on him.

The path goes clear out into the hallway. But if you look close enough, each article of clothing is folded ever so neatly….

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COnverstion between Dally and his Dad on the phone:

Hello this is Dally. (His usual cheerful greeting for the phone)

Hi Dally. What ya doin?

Nothin’

Where’s your -------------

Ope---wait just a minute.

Phone slams down.

2 minutes pass

You hear a scuffle then “sorry dad I had to go to the bathroom”

Really Dal? Did you wash your hands?

Um Yes.

No you didn’t.

Dang it! (In a frustrated whisper) How did you know?

I just know Dal, now can you get your mom?