This had seemed perfectly reasonable when it was proposed. Sitwell didn't wear much outside of his uniform, and it wasn't as though he had anyone to impress. But he had paid real, hard-earned money for these clothes. When was he ever going to do that again? What if he needed this shirt? Colleen and Misty couldn't have understood, they were ladies, they bought clothes all of the time. "Mamaw gave it to me. For Christmas. Right before she died," he pleaded, holding the shirt that definitely didn't say '#1 Grandson', literally or figuratively, to his chest. It might have been a size small enough to say 'junior year' though. "Did you do this for you yet?"