Chapter 16

Mark laughed. “There are limits to what a customer will accept. She’ll put on buttons, or fake the proper closure, then hide the zipper under the flap. That way everyone’s happy.”

“You don’t buy your costumes?”

“Menswear, sure. No way I’d expect her to make tuxes and tailcoats, or slacks and shirts to go with them. The same with gangster suits, or relatively modern women’s clothing. There are retro shops online specializing in them and we’ll pick up what we need from ones we trust.”

“What about…hmm…Santa costumes?”

Mark grinned. “Do not mention the word Santa in front of Sara. She’ll shoot you. Thankfully, at this point, we have all we need of them, and elves.”

“There’s more to running a costume shop than I’d ever imagined.”

“It keeps us busy, depending on the season.”

Now what do we talk about? Austin wondered when neither one of them seemed to have anything more to say about their respective jobs. “Are you hungry, yet?”