The Collar Around the HeartWednesday Afternoon
"Clothes shopping for a girl!" I thought gloomily as I left the house, collar in tow. I did not really know where to start looking, but there was that shop in the arcade with the white window-display dummies. It had caught my eye before, so maybe we could begin there. Except for the collarserve it was empty. This was surprising at 3.00 pm on a weekday, but I suspected it was not crowded at the best of times. Anne stopped as we walked in the entrance, eyes wide. "So, what do you need?" I...