At the Costume Department, Sestra strolled over to a rack of rather gaudy clothes and flipped through the items until she found something suitable for Lars and me to wear. But suitable wasn’t the word that I would have used to describe her choices. At least what Lars was expected to wear resembled a pair of trousers, whereas I was left holding what could best be described as a set of red and orange bed sheets.
“Sestra. What am I supposed to do with these? I grew up wearing boring old shirts and trousers and this is not, by any stretch of the imagination, dull and boring.”
She came over to rescue me.
“Take your clothes off. Down to your underwear.”
It wouldn’t be the first time she’d seen me in my boxer shorts so there was no point in being coy and I did as I was told straight away. She
