When he reached around to grab the uppers, he discovered he was unable to grab them to pull them over his shoulder. As much as he despised the necessity, he would have to ask for Anita’s help.
Howard went to the breakfast table with his head hanging low and the twin tails of the uppers dragging behind him. Anita saw him and smiled at the cute barefoot kindergartner who had once been her six foot, strapping husband. She greeted him with a sunny disposition and asked how he felt. Howard stared at the floor and asked her in a subdued voice if she would fasten his suspenders for him. When she stooped over his front to reach behind him and pick up his uppers, her tops brushed the top of his head.