She doesn’t know your real age. Why don’t you play along and let her son spend some time with you. It won’t hurt you to be nice for once. Do this for me, pleaaase?”, Anita pleaded.
“If you insist,” Howard responded, “But I don’t have to like it!”
“Of course not!”, Anita replied with a tolerant lopsided grin, “I know it’s just a favor to me!”
“As long as that’s understoodÖWell then, okay!”, Howard agreed graciously.
“Good!”, Anita said brightly, “Here he comes! Don’t forget your sandal! Here, let me help you!”
Howard sat down in the sand and let Anita raise his leg to put the errant sandal on his foot, then she took the remaining sandal from her back pocket and put it on his other foot. Once she was done with his footwear, she helped him up and brushed the sand off of his bottom.