It was the weekend, and the shops were packed today. She contemplated the different personas she could help the vicar with—touristy grandpa, oldish financier, or slick silver fox. She would’ve preferred the silver fox, but as they’d be traveling together, she figured it would be a little more believable to set him up as a touristy grandpa. Querying her fingercomm, she got a listing of the big retail stores that sold generic clothing and found one just a couple of blocks away.
She found that buying clothes for a grandpa was pretty easy, as there were many elastic waistband options. She’d sized him up pretty well before she left his quarters and was sure she’d be in the ballpark. The selection was boring in the old-timer category, but she bought some nice khaki pants and a couple of differe
