Les Morrison stepped out of the shower, towel dried, and pulled on a pair of beat-up sweatpants and his first Tulane sweatshirt, which was full of holes. He stared at himself in the mirror and burst out laughing. He'd shaved his beard yesterday and he now looked like himself. He slicked his curly hair back but knew the moment it dried it would be all over the place.Maybe I'll get a buzz cut over the weekend. If I can find the time. He thought to himself.Max, who dogged him everywhere he went, barked sharply. "Yeah, yeah I know, Max, we're running behind schedule, but Pop threw me for a loop when he said he wouldn't be here for dinner. Did you see him, Max? He looked like a dandy, all duded up and wearing aftershave! I think he's stepping out on me is what I think." He said. Les tousled his hair, he was stupid talking to a dog but unlike other dogs, Max was smart, "Okay, let's see what Mrs. Davis left us for dinner."Everything, including Max's dinner, would be in the warming oven.