"Those look good on you. But your collar is not quite right," she said as she walked up into his space. As she had done a thousand times before, Evelyn reached around his neck and straightened the band and neckline of his shirt.
"You really should get yourself a girl to do this for you, you know."
"Working on that, Mom," he said.
"Good."
She tugged at the collar and flattened the creases across his chest.
"There. Much better." She beamed up at him with a warm smile, taking a moment to soak in her handsome son. "You really do have a lot of his features."
"I thought you got rid of his things already. Are we gonna talk about that?"
"Perhaps. Just not tonight."
"... Okay," Aiden replied.
"Come on."
Evelyn walked into the den and picked up her glass, then a second already filled with
