“So, what d’ya think?” April asked when it ended.
“In a word,” I replied, hesitating momemtarily. “Hems. I followed the basic gist of the presentation, but I pretty much focused on the variance of hems in the room.”
“Did you say ‘hems’?” blinked April with a birdlike cock of her head.
“Yes, well, did you notice the speaker’s? Three extra inches of pant leg and a veritable chunk out of the back of both pant leg hems. And then there were the too short pant legs on the moderator, torn out hems on the girl in the front row, strings still dangling from the raw edges where she’d dropped the hems of her pant legs in a hopeless effort to make them longer.”
“Well, what did you get out of the lecture?” April asked after a brief silence.
“The need for more kilts in today’s society.”