I put one hand on my hip. “I have a pretty good excuse.”
I’d have to just show him. That would be easier than trying to explain. I calmly walked to my closet and opened the door. Vera peered out from between the hangers.
Charlie’s red face turned ghastly white. “Is that an alien in your closet?”
“Yes, it is,” I said. “But don’t worry, she’s friendly.”
“Okay, you’re excused.”