Just a sissy. I'd like to find him jeans or shorts. Somethinggirlish, though. He'll only wear skirts for special things." My brotherlooked sharply at ...me when I said that. The salesgirl giggled and seemedto think for a moment."We have a few things that may be just what you're looking for," shesaid brightly."Great!" I beamed back. "Tell you what, you find something for him tomatch the pink top. I want him to try it on before we buy it, if that'sok?" She said it was fine; no one was using the. The autumn sun waslow even in the middle of the afternoon, and the light was reflectingoff the wavelets on the water, flicking golden glitter up onto the sideof the bridge. Jan had the kids. I had time to myself, so I opened upmy purse and fished out the envelope that I'd picked up from the matthis morning. Business mail, London postmark. Nothing reallyexceptional about the envelope except the company address on the rear.It was stationery from my old bank, yet it was addressed to. " Barely." Yes, barely is how they were in love." Barely is how they were dressed."He was such a smartass and I loved smartass as much as he did.So he was impressed with my handling of my father and I was impressed by the breadth of things that interested him.It wasn't long before Jeff slipped back into his overworking habit. I could ask him to remember I told him to remember asking him, but repeated use of that strategy was likely to produce rapidly diminishing results.How could I get him to. ‘Guess people just like me,’ I said, and headed out to greet my new table. Since Gary had agreed to help me find the lucky guy to pop me, I had been getting a lot of men coming in to the restaurant, asking for me as their server. It was Gary’s idea to let them know where I worked, so they could meet me and get a look at me without being obvious about it. I was nervous about it at first, but realized it was a good idea. Some of my ‘call parties’ — guests who ask for a server by name — I.