“They’re the best,” said Houston. “You still want to marry my daughter?”
“You bet.”
The following week, Clinton drove up with a brown, Nauga-hyde recliner. Clinton and Houston set it on the sidewalk in front of the house.
“This looks just like the chair your father has in his den.”
“That’s the one,” said Clinton. “Dad said I could have it, if I thought it would help.”
“What’s your father going to sit on?”
“He bought a leather recliner at The Brick’s half-price sale.”
Houston eased himself into the chair and leaned back so he could catch the sun on his face.
“It’s got this lever,” said Clinton. “When you pull it, a foot-rest pops out and holds your feet up.”
“It’s comfortable, for sure,” said Houston. “But your father’s right. There’s nothing like leather.”
