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"Well, I only know one cure for what ails me." |
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They spent the remainder of the afternoon touring the city and hitting the shopping malls. |
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"What are your sizes?" she asked as they walked into a huge mall on the outskirts of Bellevue. |
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"We don't have to do this now." |
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Kyna took his hand and led him into the first men's store they came to. "Don't give me a load of crap, Russ. Just tell me your sizes." |
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Glancing at the salesman looking on with amusement, Cyrus replied, "Sixteen and a half, thirty-five shirt. Thirty, twenty-eight slacks." |
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"Nine and a half. Forty-four regular." |
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"Fine. Now go to the bookstore or the food court and wait for me." |
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Two hours later, Kyna found him sitting at a table in the food court, sipping a diet soda and looking as if he had just lost his dog. After depositing her shopping bags in the empty chairs, she unwrapped and held up the things she had bought: a crewneck sweater with a brown-and-beige totemic pattern and three pairs of pleated linen slacksblack, blue and a light brown and black weave. Then from another bag: a long-sleeve Navajo shirt; a green, brown and black mock-turtleneck Colombian-print pullover; two more oxford dress shirts; a new tie and a pair of brown Italian penny loafers. |
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Cyrus opened the shoe box and picked up one of the shoes. "I'll never be able to pay you back for all this." |
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"Don't worry about it. I'm putting in an expense voucher for everything. Now shut up and look at these." She held out a Seattle Seahawks baseball cap in one hand and a box with a new pair of Nike running shoes in the other. "The cap's mine," Kyna said. "But those smelly old running shoes of yours had to go. I've seen cheap retreads with more rubber on the bottom." |
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