Chapter 9“How was the wedding?” Daniel asked. Before answering, Jo removed his fitted coat and undid the buttons of his waistcoat for good measure before lounging next to Daniel on the sitting room sofa in their Tottenham Court Road apartment. Once the bridal carriage had disappeared from view, Jo had hurried home to coincide with Daniel’s lunchtime break.
“The grub was splendid,” Jo replied, patting the slight bulge of his stomach. The circumference of his middle region had been a recent source of contention. A month ago, he had tried on his suit reserved for wedding wear, which happened to consist of the first coat Daniel had made for him, in fine slate grey wool, matched with a pair of lighter grey pantaloons.
To his discomfort, he had discovered the coat, always neatly tailored, was
