Lile was behind his sturdy desk. He grunted. “Yes. Well, the maid took it to a new drycleaner.” Lile reached into his desk drawer. He held up a replica of Roland’s suit only 1/8 his size. “They came back with this.”
Roland gaped at it. “What the hell am I to do with that?” He clenched his fists.
Lile lit another cigar. “You are to be married in less than..” He looked at his expensive wrist watch. “three hours. You will wear the finest suit in this house.” Lile stood. “Come with me.”
He led Roland down the corridor and into the first chamber. Lile’s room reminded Roland more of an attic. He didn’t know how his father could actually sleep in there.
Mr. Derossa. Went straight to the back of the closet. He had been expecting this. He pulled out a black tuxedo, complete with the white tunic
