The host is quite surprised but amicable

An elderly gentleman came down and guided them to the apartment.

"I could tell already you were the family from Texas," he joked at the mother and daughter's state. "Come on in, it's nice and warm."

The man wasn't lying. The apartment was well-furnished, with a living room and two bedrooms. The radiators also did their work, being nice and warm to the pink skin.

"Might I ask where your other daughter is, Miss?"

"Oh, uh ..."

"She's still at the airport sorting a cargo issue."

"Ah, thank you. Make yourself at home!"

And so the two did. Lacey got dressed in her finest set of pajamas while Joanne slipped off the jeans and panties. Joanne looked into her bag but couldn't find any underwear.

"Lacey, would you happen to know where my underwear is?"

"Should be in your bag, mom. Sam packed it."

Joanne grew a bit concerned. Surely Sam would have packed her underwear. She called her daughter.

"Hey mom, what's up?"

"Hey hon, I was just wondering whether you packed any underwear for the trip."

"Sorry, mom, but they were all in the laundry, remember?"

"Oh drats, I do," hopefully her laundry was at least in the dryer when they left, "anyway, where are you and how's your bag?"