Scarey for him, of course.
So when I drove up to our house and tried to unlock the front door, he appeared in full blue suit and silk tie (I like him dressed up). "Welcome home," he said and kissed me. Fresh rose petals were strewn through the hall and up the stairs, into our bedroom. Dark chocolate Lindt balls on the bed. He turned on music: Oldies--Johnny Mathis, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin. The bathroom mirror had a heart drawn on it with Tom loves Louise written on it. I giggled with each new discovery and we danced in our bedroom to Nat King Cole crooning "Tenderly." A new Lavender bath oil was set on the tub.
Later we heard that two of our grandchildren brought a friend to our house, rang the doorbell--and waited. "Maybe they're naked," Harrison said. Then Anne saw the rose petals and said, "I think we'd better go,"
We weren't naked, guys. By then we had left for Nordstroms. We weren't naked!