(Reese)
Kane brought me back at just after seven.
The studio had run later than I planned. The replacement fitting had taken longer than it should have, not because anything was wrong but because getting a new model up to speed on a collection this close to the show required more time than I had and I'd given it anyway because the alternative was a gap I couldn't afford.
By the time we pulled up outside the building I was tired in the straightforward way that came from a day that had asked a lot and gotten it.
I took the elevator up, changed out of my work clothes, and ordered food. The fridge situation hadn't improved since last night. I stood in front of it for a second, decided nothing in it had gotten more appealing in the last twenty four hours, and closed it.
I ordered extra wit
