The Guessing Game

    When he left the house yesterday, at dawn, he was warmly dressed against the morning chill, sweater, fleece, hat, the works.  He returned as usual a few hours later, after the school bus had picked up  the kiddies. A little later, he was off to Stewart's. When he returned, after eating breakfast, he left for the post office, came back, waited for a time and then went up to see his brother for another while.   I, on the computer, heard his car in the driveway, but he didn't come in right away---maybe going to mow the lawn, I thought, or move the deck chairs inside.  He makes his entrance through the kitchen door, barefoot, wearing only his underwear, no other clothes anywhere in sight.  "Guess what happened," he says with a smile on his face.  ???