"Hey, George!" Eddie called. "George, come here quick."
George ran in from the bathroom, shaving-soap still on one side of his face. He looked at Eddie and the two pieces of black silk in Eddie's hands. He said, "What the hell did you do that for?"
"Me? I didn't do anything."
"Anyone can see that you went to the dresser, got the scissors, cut your socks in half, then put the scissors back on the dresser. What I want to know is why. Why?"
"I didn't," Eddie said lamely. Then he told George how the scissors had got up, marched across the room, and cut his socks.
"Yeah," said George. "Right away. Take it easy, kid. I know you're about to be married. I know you're nervous. But relax. Just take it easy—calm down."
"Hah!" said Eddie. "Hah!"
"What's so funny?"
"I can prove to you that I didn't get up, take the scissors and cut my socks. I can prove it, that's what."
George told him to go ahead.