Sage advice

I walk into the living room where Joel is sitting in his ugly, too-small red hoodie and elastic-ankle sweats, playing video games.

'Ha! You look like a hobo.'

He looks over, takes in my greasy ponytail, baggy t-shirt and sweats and undone bathrobe with the cranberry stain, and says simply 'Judge not, my dear, lest ye be judged.'