"He'll be fine," Cynthia said, and then, gestured to the dress. "Take it. You can try it on in the morning."
Edith looked once more at her son and then picked up the garment and the comb. Once more, she held the dress in front of herself.
Donnie smiled at his mother and nodded his approval. Then, impishly, handed her the underwear as well.
She laughed and took them. "Perhaps," she said, as she turned a pirouette and left the room.