Hold Still, Satin! — Delroy's Robe From the Wrong Side, Out the Door at Six-Thirty

Hold down on the chalk to sew it, baby. Drag the lining to move it. Arrows, SPACE and T if you're a keyboard person. And leave those loose threads ALONE.

The form is bare. The box fan is still going.

Out front the bell goes, the press hisses, and a whole purple robe goes over the counter on two big arms.

“Marcus! Get your coat. We are going to the Coliseum and we are sitting where that man can SEE us.”

Bell's at eight.