"Grandma? Where're my clothes?" Gordon yelled from his room while he opened and closed drawers and closet doors.
"In the garbage," Grandma Tracy replied from his doorway.
"Grandma! Why? That's my favorite shirt. My favorite jeans. My…my… Grandma!"
She shrugged. "I told you to use the hamper at the elevator. I told you what would happen if you didn't. I'm done picking up after you boys."
"I was in a hurry. Virgil doesn't wait."
"Virgil will wait. He can't drive your little submarine."
Gordon huffed. "You don't "drive" a submarine. And it's not little… Wait… did you really throw out my clothes?"
"Yup."
"Grandma!"