“Before you open your eyes, I want you to know there’s no pressure. I’m just putting this out there.” He was quiet for a second, confused. “Okay.” “Open your eyes.” I felt him freeze when he saw it, and then he sat side-on so he could see me. “Fergus?” “It’s a skirt pattern book.” He looked at the book, then at me. “No, it’s a Bridal dressmaker’s skirt pattern book.”
