“Vega Jane, whatta ya … whatta ya done to yourself?” he sputtered. “Just … just tidied up a bit,” I said shyly. He rose and walked over to me. “Tidying up? Is that what you call it?” “What would you call it, Delph?” I asked bluntly, and then wondered why I had. This query caught him off guard. He scratched his head, looked unsure. “Uh, I think I’d call it … Well, you do look quite tidy, now that you mention it. Quite tidy indeed.” Then his face turned crimson.
Delp you little Innocent boy
