CHAPTER 9: COSTUMES
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New Orleans, December 13, 1987
“What do you mean, the costumes won’t be ready?” Mark asked.
He’d gotten home from work, checked on the kids, and walked to the den. Except for
floor-to-ceiling windows on two walls, he didn’t recognize the room; the collapsible
sides of Linda’s cutting table were up, and three sewing machines were surrounded
by mounds of multi-colored fabric. Parts of costumes, bolts of fabric, and skeins
of heavy cording covered every horizontal surface, including the floor.
Linda held up a dark red fabric. “Look at this. Just look at this stuff! Charles
bought drapery and upholstery fabric! It’s been murder to cut and hem the Magi’s
robes. Marge and I worked for hours. We’ve broken so many needles on the serger,
we’ll have t
