blurts, exasperated. “I need to get your measurements before any fabric can be bought.” “You can’t be serious,” I say dryly. “Why don’t we get some now, and then—” “We are doing this my way, Mak.” Her sudden sternness is almost startling. “Or not at all.” I raise a palm in mock surrender. “Fine. I’m shocked you could stop smiling long enough to tell me off.” She smiles at that, further proving my point. After several more steps down the street, I nod toward the alley on our right. “This way.” She follows me closely, like a too-short shadow attached to my heels. I lead her down the alley,
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