4
Bradley Discovers His Blush
Bradley opened the door to his condo, looking especially Bradley.
Khakis, a tucked-in short-sleeved dress shirt, and very nice socks. No shoes, of course, because he didn’t wear shoes inside his condo.
Very tidy. Very orderly.
He must have had a client meeting earlier. He tended to dress for them whether they were virtual or face-to-face. He said he’d read that how a person dressed for a meeting impacted their demeanor, and that he felt a responsibility to his clients to be professional and prepared.
Which was interesting insomuch as Bradley had sought advice from a source other than Mrs. A, our former neighbor and Bradley’s personal relationship and etiquette consultant up until her untimely death.
She’d been his inside man, so to speak, on all things
