“I really am sorry. I’d be happy to get it drycleaned for you or something…? A better person would offer to replace it, but I have a feeling it’s out of my price range.” He did the half-bark, half-laugh sound again that Izzy could feel in her toes and he said, “What makes you say that?” “It’s soaking-wet and I still can’t see through it. That has to mean it’s quality.” “Were you trying to?” he asked. “What - see through your shirt?” He gave a nod.
