‘Fair,’ answered Violetta, and a small smile crept over her face.
Lesley looked closely at her subject. Violetta was intriguing her and she was a cynic; the audiences were going to love her.
‘Fair as in blonde or light brown?’
‘Sandy, like Robert Redford.’
‘Lucky you,’ said the salesman.
‘No, no, it’s not like that,’ said Violetta.
But Lesley noticed the blush on her cheeks.
‘Would you like them delivered or shall you take them with you today?’
‘Delivered, thank you.’
‘If you can write down to whom and to where you would like them delivered,’ he said, pushing an embossed pad and pen towards her.
Violetta wrote on the paper.
I will pay you another five hundred dollars if you do not mention who these shirts are going to.
He wrote on the paper and pushed it back towards her.
Done.
Lesley edged closer trying to see the messages between them but the salesman moved in front of her, blocking the view through the camera. Violetta wrote quickly and folded the note and handed it to him. He didn’t open it, instead put it in his top pocket.
‘Cash or charge?’ he asked.
‘Charge,’ she said, and pulled out her credit card and handed it over.
As Violetta made the fastest signature that Lesley had ever seen, a single V with a flourish, Lesley recognised the mark of an accomplished shopper, someone who has signed thousands of credit card receipts in their time.
Violetta then walked out of the shop with a single wave and the crew followed her.
Lesley lagged behind. ‘Any chance you can give me the address for where those shirts are heading?’ she asked with a wink.
The salesman winked back at her and took the note out of his pocket.
‘No,’ he said.
Lesley laughed and walked out of the store.
The salesman opened up the note.
Please deliver these to –
Dr Jeff Carson – Neurology
Bethlehem Hospital
Write on the card –
‘From the Fashion Police’
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