“Jon, it’s not normal.”
“Sorry, Kate.” Jon shook his head and chuckled. “I can attest to his behavior being normal.”
Kate huffed and decided to go fold laundry away from the men in the house. Jon thought about how to best address the situation that didn’t cause embarrassment for Ken or more grief for himself. He opted to follow his dad’s path and write a note.
“Son,” he wrote, “I understand. It’s normal. But for goodness sake wash your favorite sock in the sink yourself rather than leaving it for your mother to find. Dad.”
He slipped the note under his son’s door, but stopped dead in his tracks as the scent of apricot blossoms and kiwi floated from under the door.
“Um, son?” he asked, knocking on the door before he opened it.
Jon glanced around the room and everything appeared normal. Ken starred for a minute then noticed the paper on the floor. Jon looked at the note, picked it up, and tucked it into his pocket. “Nothing,” he said. He turned around and walked back out of the room.
Later that night, Kate walked into the living room grinning ear to ear. “Come here,” she whispered as she wiggled her finger.
“What?” Jon whispered back.
She led him upstairs to their bedroom that overlooked the back yard and saw Ken present a vase filled with apricot blossoms to the girl that lived next door.
The next two years saw their relationship develop, and they went away to college together. Six years later Jon and Kate were grandparents. Every time Kate would get new pictures she would lean on Jon and thank him for setting Ken straight. He never had the heart to tell her.