“Oh, and we mustn’t forget! The pièce de résistance!” The haberdasher plucked a hat from one of the stands, and offered it to her. It was a soft, brown suede, with a black band tied at the crown. The brim tilted just so up on either side, and the center was pinched in ever so slightly. Violet placed it on her head. Just as everything else, it fit like a glove. Rory grinned in awe.
“It’s perfect,” he praised.
“Yes, it is.” She turned back to the haberdasher, her eyes sparkling. “How much? I’ll take it all.”
“Let me see now…” He went to the brass register and began to push a few buttons. “I’d say this whole ensemble would come out to…$31.62?”
Sweet Lord…thirty-one!?Still, Violet pulled out the folded money and approached the counter. After he made change, the haberdasher gently took her hand before she could pull away. His eyes were bright with some sort of untold joy.