"Is this honestly what you're wearing for a date, young man?" Gina's question got an angry scowl from her eighteen-year-old boy. "What's wrong with it?" Philip retorted. He was dressed quite fine, thank you very much! "Jeans and a hoodie. Your torn, day-old hoodie that I told you to wash yesterday." "It's comfortable! And this isn't a real date, Mom!" Philip could see Gina's eyes flash red at his words. He was on thin ice...