Donnie was suddenly overcome by emotion. H e tried to
speak, but words didn’t come. He nodded, and managed to say,
“Sure, Sam.”
“A pair of those work pants would be nice — you know, the
ones I wore for years. A white shirt of some sort, one with buttons.
A pair of white socks, and some kind of cheap shoes. Nothing
expensive. Hell, I’ll just wear them once, won’t I? Do you mind?”
“No, Sam. I’ll do it today.”