led by the strong smell of mothballs, briefly looked over her shoulder then said it all by rolling her eyes. Mr. Schultz lurked close by and pretended to be straightening some flimsy merchandise as he took each pastel colored piece, shook it out and laid it back in place just so, sometimes with a pat, pat. The fact that it was ladies’ panties didn’t occur to the myopic manager, and his fidgety fingering of the delicate under-things made “Al” Schultz look absolutely obscene to the parochial-school-trained young ladies.
