I wiggled my shoulders uncomfortably and continued my way down the corridor, saying as I left, “I sure wish I’d had the presence of mind to claim that character. This thing is ghastly.”
“I’ll lace you up tomorrow if you like,” she called after me. “And I’ll do it looser than wardrobe did for you this morning.”
“Just so I fit into the pretty clothes.” I toddled on to my room, immediately switching on the air-conditioning, pleased to see that my suitcase had been delivered by the production company. In addition, a wicker basket sat on the bed, as well as a large round hatbox. One of the production assistants handled mending and spot cleaning as needed, but for the most part we were expected to take care of our outfits ourselves. With the exception of our underclothes, which were collected
