The woman doing my final fitting doesn’t mind that I have my phone out and I’m texting with the agility of a fourteen-year-old girl. My messages to Belinda go nowhere. I try Malcolm because I need to talk to someone.
Katy: Terese is in town.
I wait and wait. I can tell he’s responding, or at least thinking about responding.
“Did you get taller?” the woman says to me around a mouthful of pins.
“I don’t think so.”
“Lose weight?”
“I just ate a big plate of pancakes at the Pancake House.”
“Huh. Something’s not right. Turn.”
As I do, a message from Malcolm pops onto my screen.
Malcolm: Terese as in Mistress Terese of Ghost B Gone?
Katy: That’s the one. She’s staying with Gregory. Or at least, she’s at his place and wearing his bathrobe.
The woman has me turn again, my dress swirling.
