When she returned, she was in a quandary.
"Well?" he asked. "Did you see that crazy extra door blown off the wall?"
"No, Ernie, but there's a man at the door in pajamas like yours who claims he's been following you."
Ernie squinted. "Who is he?"
"He says his name is Irvin—"
"Irvin?" Ernie barked.
"—and, dear, he's the spitting image of you."