To the Fourth Floor

"Oh! Yes! To my sketch board!" Maddy bellowed as his feet carried him to the backroom. 

… Left alone in the store, Ayse shared a laugh with his brothers. "Excuse me. Mr. Maddy, we haven't talked about what I wanted." 

"Right, right, right, right…" 

A tall, thin chalkboard was rolled out from the back. It was the size of a full-body mirror, but only the top stretch was reflective. And Maddy tilted the board till Ayse's head was squarely in the reflection, allowing his wild hands to start drawing where Ayse's torso belonged on the backboard. 

"This is how I see it. Tell me if you love it!" 

Maddy gave a play-by-play of his sketching. "For the torso, we need something easy to remove. For we shan't let your posse's centerpiece go unnoticed, but we want it covered when it's best to keep it hidden."