Oscar“Well, what do you think?” Simon asks, holding up a bolt of fabric in the Oceana marketplace.“It’s a bit bright for Louise, don’t you think?” I ask.“Yes, but I thought Adeline would like a new dress, too,” he says, nodding toward the other side of the fabric table. “I thought that blue one would do for Louise.”“I’m no better a judge of women’s tastes than you,” I tell him with a bit of a chuckle.Hank holds up both hands in surrender. “Don’t look at me.”We all laugh, and Simon turns to the shopkeeper. “I’ll have three yards of this one, and five of that blue over there.”The woman holds up the other bolt. “This one?”“Yes, please,” he says.“I guess you’ve done well,” I tell him. “I can picture Louise in a dress made of that. She might like that small flower design.”“I think so, too,” he says, pulling out his list, a crumbled sheet of parchment. “She’ll be happy for something to busy her hands with. Being forced off her feet from the injury is causing her much unease.”“I’m
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