I laugh at his expression. “You mean, you want a smaller mansion?”
“All on one level would be nice. Although, I have several elevators in this one, so a Ranch-style mansion is unnecessary.”
I laugh again. Once we’re inside, we both take stock of my sad dress. “Oh, my dear, I’m afraid no amount of scrubbing is going to make that better. Here, follow me. I still have Sheila’s clothing. You and she were about the same size. Let’s see if there’s anything in her closet that you like.”
“Oh, no. Ken, I can’t.”
“Of course, you can. I insist.”
When he opens up the closet of my dreams, I gasp. “It’s bigger than my entire apartment.”
Sighing he says, “I know. Ridiculous, isn’t it?”
“No. I’m in awe.”
“Let me step out of the room. Please choose anything you like. I don’t think you’ll find anything white but you may want to see if you can find Sheila’s favorite dress in there. It was green and I think it’d be perfect for you. After all, I want you to show your ‘true colors’ this evening.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
