He picked out a gown and held it out at arm’s length, a soft, green fabric.
“What size do you want?” asked the proprietor.
“What’s the perfect size for five foot five, eh?”
“Thirty-six.”
“What’s this gown?”
“Thirty-six.”
“How much?”
The proprietor doubled the price.
“Taken,” said Carrigan.
“But maybe the lady ain’t thirty-six, and—”