"Come by tomorrow morning and I'll finish the work," she offered.
"Work up five more suits for him," Buffy ordered in an off-handed manner. "We'll pick them up tomorrow afternoon."
"Two o'clock," the lady tailor nodded.
"How in the heck am I going to get here at two?" I whispered to Helena. She flicked my nose.
"Put it in an order with Executive Services, you i***t," she mocked. "You know - where you work." Okay, I had walked into that one. I looked suitably ashamed. We were given my old clothes in a bag and headed out. Dinner with Katrina wasn't for a half hour so we decided to walk around.
My new shoes were killing me so, of course, we were taking a long walk.
"Why does Havenstone - a female-only company - have an account with a men's clothier?" I wondered.
"They do both men's and
