"You hate the country," I said. (picking up where we had left off in
the middle of the afternoon)
"I'm here aren't I?"
"Wearing loafers," I pointed out. "Highly polished loafers."
"Because I do not order my shoes from the L.L. Bean's catalog does not
mean that I am immune to the beauty of this lovely and peaceful place,"
Sid said.
"Thank you for putting a skirt on for me," he added.