He glanced around the shop as the assistant continued totting up the bill. The two mannequins in the window were silhouetted against the daylight. He stepped closer as he tried to remember which was the boy and which was the girl as he realized how similar their outlines were.
Both women glanced over at Michael as he quietly loitered by the window display. Karen followed his gaze to the mannequins. “He’s not too keen on the Ashford uniform,” she said quietly to the assistant.
“I’m sure he’ll get used to it.” The assistant said with confidence. “My Jamie… er James hated it at first…” she paused. “…it doesn’t bother him these days.” She added as she totted up the price of the shorts, skirts, blouses, polo shirts, shoes, pumps, etc… “I’ll throw the socks and tights in for free if you want…” She suggested with a smile.
“Are you sure?” Karen asked.
The lady nodded and smiled, “Yes of course.”
“Thank you that’s very kind.”
