And again. You will come over to me as I slip my foot back in my shoe, smile and say, ‘Typical, isn’t it?’ I will smile back and say, ‘Isn’... it just?’ You will ask me if I am expecting anyone. When I say no, you will ask if you can join me. We will begin to talk again. It will be easy, comfortable, the rich consistency of thick, milky coffee, as it was that day. The air heavily scented with warm toast and cappuccino. We will begin talk of our husbands and our lives, squeezed small and. I sat back onto mylittle chair and took the stockings and began putting them on. Theypulled and zipped as I worked them up my legs. Soon, they were tightlyhooked and gartered in place. I stepped into a pair of matching Maribouhigh heeled slippers then stood up and marveled at my appearance in thefull length mirror.Then pulling the petticoat up over my smooth stockings to settle once Ihad tied it to my waist.The light weight emerald green fabric zipped as I swished the layeredskirt over my head. " Don't care for whores," I said, telling an awful lie."She's a good one, they say." No thanks," I said, downing my beer. "Thanks for the sewing." I stacked five shillings on the counter and pushed the small pile toward her.She pushed it back. "On me," she said. "Anybody'd flatten Crowley deserves something." How about later, after you close?" Ain't you got nothing better to do?" There ain't nothing better," I said and got another smile for my sally."I'm, well, sort'a bespoke," she said,. "Eeny meenie minie mo," intoned the hellish entity. With each word, ittapped the head of a different child, who wriggled and giggled. Andthen: "I choose you!" Little Emily danced for joy, her golden curlsbouncing in the crisp October breeze. "This make take a few minutes,"the demon cautioned her parents. "Oh can I, daddy, mommy, please?Please?"They could not deny their adorable daughter. The other children all hungtheir heads and sighed, but Miss Johnson gave them each an extra pieceof candy.