“Hello?” Violet looked around the store. The building was two stories, and the staircase led to a second floor, railed off by a banister. There was a simple counter in the corner of the main floor, a brass register left unattended by the window. On the shelves sat hats on standees, and leather and snake skin boots of all different size, shape, and make. On the opposite wall were outfits of all kinds, hung and positioned in flattering gestures.
“May I help you?” An older gentleman appeared at the top floor railing, accompanied by a smartly dressed young lady.
“Yes sir,” said Violet. “‘Fraid I need a new set of clothes.”