Puzzled, Irene chuckled and moved to the duffle to remove his clothes from the bag.  She laid out his shirt and pants and vest.  "They did a good job.  Mended the tear in the knee, here, too, I see."  She frowned.  "I can do that, too.  I haven't had to in so long, I wonder if I've forgotten how."  She shook her head and shrugged, moving to the table to settle, their makeshift napkins back in service.<br/><br/>"What would you like to do today, Sam?" Irene asked, putting sugar into her coffee and sipping before looking back at Sam.  Oh...heavens...she realized why he was a trifle out of sorts.  She smiled into her cup, sipping before she picked up a sliced bit of sausage and ate it.