Don and Charlie walked into the Craftsman and their dad was waiting there for them, with an odd little smile on his face.
"Dad… something going on?" Don asked a bit nervously.
"No, no… Well, er, there's a package here. For Charlie." He said.
Charlie gave him a "you've obviously lost your mind" look, and headed towards the table, Don smirking behind him.
"Oh, it's from Amita." Charlie said happily.
Amita had gone off to visit her parents for two weeks, and Charlie missed her more than he was willing to admit--- especially to his family.
"See? I told you she loves you, Charlie!" Alan said.
"And, I told you, that I am her thesis advisor, and that's it."
"She'll give me pretty grandchildren." Alan shrugged.
"Why don't you bug Don about Terry giving you 'pretty grandchildren'?" Charlie grumbled, reaching for a pair of scissors to open the box.
"Because, I'm beginning to wonder if I'm actually getting grandchildren out of your brother." Alan said, giving his oldest son a pointed look.
"Hey! Leave me out of this!" Don said, holding his hands up.
Charlie frowned, holding up a pair of boxers with an elephant painted on the front. The elephant, however, seemed to be missing something…
"Where's his trunk?" Charlie wondered innocently. "The painters can't have forgotten something so important… what's an elephant without his trunk? Why would Amita send these?"
But, Don was doubled over laughing.
"What? What's so funny?"
"See? She does want to give me grandchildren!" Alan crowed triumphantly, which only made Don laugh harder.
"What? What's so funny about an elephant without a trunk?" Charlie demanded, frustrated.
So, Don leaned over and whispered in his ear, his sides starting to hurt from laughter when his brother turned three different shades of red, suddenly snatched up the boxers and hurried upstairs…