In which Lelia discusses a wedding dress and the narwhal migration. (This takes place earlier in the book than last-week’s snippet.)
Over the next few days Lelia studied Renaissance sword and knife fencing, and more about Renaissance costumes. “Not black, since all the black seemed to have been either really heavy linen or velvet,” she read her list. “Not flat-chested, because I’m not, and that requires some serious corsetry.”
She didn’t see anything in the costume or dress catalogues that exactly suited what she wanted. “Hmm, no.” That place made things to order, and at a reasonable price, but she’d heard less-than-great things about American women ordering clothing from them. Things tended to run small, especially in the chest and shoulders. She wasn’t huge, but she didn’t need to be tearing out seams every time she had to reach up or sideways.
During a quiet moment on Thursday, she asked, “Tay, what size of dog coat does Rodney wear?”
Tay blinked up at her from his nest under the counter. “Small, but not purse-dog. Medium if you count his tail.”
“Large end of small. Thanks.” She made some additional notes, then put the little notepad away. “We’re going to visit Eddie tomorrow before we come here.”
He perked up. “Does this mean I get the cutaway coat with crimson silk lining and a monocle?”
“I was thinking more cavalier. You know, velvet and satin jacket, lace collar and cuffs, big hat with a feather.”
“No.” He curled into a ball, back to her, tail around his head.
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