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"I've a hideous burst of Flu, and now my sinus's are infected," wailed Kitty in a near silent voice down the phone line at Phyliss, I was earwigging from the dress shop where i was just finishing with a client's new order for Kitty's apprentice window design, in another colour from range.
"Is she bad?" I enquired curiously as I'd heard nothing, sometimes being able too, got one into trouble. I didn't do it often.
"Could hardly hear her," Phyliss replied, giving me an odd look, "Mum can do the phone thing too, she always knows who's on the other end before I do. Kitty has the flu."
"i'll have to slip around on the way and see if she wants me to take the college work in."
"No, or who will be here to take the orders for me?" wailed Phyliss, "I'm so busy, and you're selling. she says she's emailed the college to get extra time. Hopefully they've sorted it out."
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"I was in D,," I said to Phyliss as I showed her the new booking for Kitty's design dress, "In blue satin, too! Funny thing, she was at the bus stop, when a dark coloured, low hearse-like car with tinted windows pulled up opposite and a young man, tall, blonde got out and was ordered to cross the road and pass Kitty to see if anything happened. Very odd!"
"Who was he?"
"I wondered if it was the Piggy People! I couldn't see. I think he was one of those I stood up for when the bus queue wanted to have a go at him, used to go out with a woman at the dhss office. Dunno whether he does now. Perhaps in the services. flyboy, police etc. She looked ill and stood back, didn't seem to like him much."
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The shop bell went again and Phyliss slid through the curtains into the back room. "Do your stuff," she said.
The new clients came inside in a rush. Two girls of about 24 ish in jeans and long jumpers and leather jackets. Both with styled mid length hair. "Hey!" I said. "Can I help?"
"I hear this is a designer's shop," The taller one said, rolling her hair to look around. "I came in for something special for a christmas party."
"Did you see something you liked in the window?" i asked curious as to why exactly they'd come in.
"Yes," said the smaller one, a neat petite version of the taller one. "I liked the gothic dress, only not in that colour."
"Oh good!" I said positively, "Thats from our apprentice's window and they are not so pricy as the designer's as we're only in training. Would you like to try in on, and tell me about what colour you'd like it in?"
"I'm no so sure," said the taller one coolly. "What else can you see?"
"You could look at the design book while she tries on the dress." I pointed out. "She can too, if she likes."
"I'll just try on the dress," said the smaller girl, "I'm a size 8, will it fit?"
"It's a size 14, and we'll have to peg it in a bit, it wll give you an idea of how it will look. If you decide on that one, we can adjust the colours, size etc, so that you've a dress that's exatly what you wanted."
She nodded, so I handed the design book to the taller girl, and took the dress down from the window. "If you come over to the dressing room.... Give me a call and I'll come in and peg you in, so you can see the dress properly."

I left her to find the pegs, and to see if the taller girl had found anything she was interested in, she was deep in cat suits, from a couple of years ago. "Can you make me one of these?"
"Yes, if you like, I think we may have a couple left, they were popular a little while ago, would you like to try one?"
"Love too, what have you got?"
I passed on the message through the curtain and Phyliss went off to search the stock cupboard.
"Two in a size 14, one in a 10, and three in a 12 tall," she said quickly and left them hanging on the peg.
"What size are you?" I asked the client.
"12 usually," she said, looking at the catsuits. "I like this one the best," she picked out the 14. I nodded, and offered her the other changing room.

The other girl popped her head out, "I'm ready for the pegs."
I popped in and pegged industrially. She was much smaller than the dress, and it would need taking up about six inches. A new one I thought. Another I'd have to make. I'd never made and sold a dress though. I crossed my fingers.

i left her to admire the result. I went outside to find the tall girl bewailing the fact that her catsuit was about six inches too short and about right on the curves.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
"Well I would if it was longer," she laughed, "I'm not into making new cropped fashion statements. Tell me does that woman work here?"
"Which woman?" I asked, offering her the longest of the catsuits in a longer style. "Want to try a longer pair?"
"Yeah," she said taking the one I offered. "She's a pedo, did you know? Out of prison!"
"The designer Phyliss isn't at all," I said offendedly, "Neither am I or Kitty."
"Yeah Kitty," she said darkly, "That's her, pinches husbands, too!"
"Never seen her do that one," I told her arching an eyebrow, "She's very nice, and lives in a community which believes in making sure that single woman never have any affaires."
"She lives in that weird village... " she offered lamely, having never met a full refusal.
"Yeah used to be a lot of fun there," I said, "Used to have the GANT festival every year, used to be different and proud of it. Now if any GANT appeared they'd get out their hunting guns."
"Have they any left?" she asked.
"Not sure," I said, "I think they have festivals of their own on writing sites. I often wonder if Doctors end up on the street amongst the homeless.... Anything is possible these days!"

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"I heard they're evil, the GANT's..."
"I heard they like tomato sauce with everything..." I said, knowing that I didn't, and yet some do!
"Why do they hate people like her if they've done nothing?"
"Gives them something to do," I told her, "They're in all the stories, no original thoughts, and they hate those who do... It's a terrible thing to do to just accept what you're told. Intelligent people don't do it. Just think, no new dresses, no fashion, if people were to just accept that everything should be just one colour and one style."
"I never thought of it thataway." she said, fingering the softness of the new suit. "This one does fit nicely."
"You can have that half price," I said quietly, "It's old stock, and it's original. No one else will have one."

The smaller one pushed her way out of the changing room, "Can you unpegg me so I can take it off," she said.
"Yes, sorry I left you so long, do you think you'd like one?"
"I want to see the colour chart and the materials," she said calmly, "Then I'll tell you."
"I'll have this one," said the taller girl pleased with the softness. "I think I'd wear it a lot."
She took off my design and I replaced it in the window. "It's available in a limited design," I told her straightly, "We are limiting the design to ten in all." I couldn't see us selling a lot.
While the taller one took off the catsuit, I gave the smaller one the materials and the colour swatches to look at. A peice of paper and a pen to note down any choices. I wrapped the catsuit, and took the payment. I took the order and gave it in to Phyliss, and took the deposit, we set the date for the fitting and they left. I'd sold my first design!
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