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    Big head! Prada brushed against me
and then leaped to his favorite position near the window where he could look
down on the world.
    “I know he’s gorgeous,” I told
Prada, as I paced the room, “and I’d love to see him naked but this is not
going to go anywhere good.” I looked to Prada again and he was listening
attentively—he’s a great listener. I continued to tell Prada about Nik. “He’s a
player, on-and-off the field, Puss, most of the team is like that, that’s the
life they lead. He has a two-year contract and then he might go home to Berlin
or somewhere.”
    Me, well I didn’t tell Prada, but
eventually I want to travel the world too. Absorb inspiration and design, write
about the experience, live for months on end in Paris, London, New York,
Melbourne, Amsterdam… Nik, well he’s a speed bump. I drew a deep breath and typed
a message.
    ME: Hey Nik, going 2 pull the pin,
dressmaking speak. Hey thx tho.
    There was a knock at the door and
I sent the text, dropped the phone back on the kitchen bench and went to let
Saffy in.
    “Sash,” she squealed two decibels
higher than the average ear can bear and embraced me in an all-encompassing
hug. “I’ve got it—the fabric and the perfect pattern.”
    “I never doubted that for a
minute,” I teased her.
    She rushed in and I closed the
door behind her. Her long brunette hair was tied up in a ponytail and she wore
fitted gym wear. We couldn’t be more different: Saffron was full-figured, I was
a stick; Saffy was a few inches shorter than me and she was tanned while I was
lean and as white as milk, usually—Saffy had been trying spray tans for her
wedding which means I was trying spray tans with her… does kind of make you
wonder what I’m doing living near the beach.
     “Hello Prada, you handsome puss,”
she greeted my black cat as he leapt down and came over to welcome her. I
watched Saffron patting him; she caught me staring and smiled.
    “Are you okay, Sash?” she asked.
     “I’m great. Coffee, drink, are
you hungry?”
    “No thanks, I’ve got to be at
Daniel’s place in an hour. We’re looking at invitations tonight, so exciting.
But you go ahead,” she said, with just a hint of hope that I didn’t.
    “Nope, let’s get right to it,” I
said, and watched her brighten.
    “I love your place,” she looked
around. “We’re going to move into Daniel’s apartment when we get married, but
we’re saving for something with a yard. Dad’s on the lookout for us.”
    “You’ll need a yard for all those
kids,” I said, and rolled my eyes.
    Saffron saw my expression and
laughed. “You’ll love being Aunty Sasha, I know it.”
    “You know more than me,” I told
her. “Hand it over.”
    She reached into the shopping bag
she was carrying and pulled out the pattern.
    “Ta da!” she announced and I
looked at her and smiled, before I looked at the pattern. I slowly looked down
and she laughed.
    “Oh
Saff, it’s gorgeous.” I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew she was a
traditionalist but this was perfect and would suit her—an elegant sweetheart
neckline and an A-line dress with a flared skirt. “It’s you, you’ll look
breathtaking.”
    I
looked up as she blinked tears from her eyes and I squeezed her hand.
    “Right,
let’s check your measurements.” I took a new set of her measurements and took a
peek at the beautiful fabric she had selected. “Perfect.” I put it back in the
bag. “Okay, Friday night I’m cutting,” I warned her.
    “You’re
not going out?” she asked.
    “What?
No, Prada and I are staying in, two pussies in the house! So if you change your
mind about the pattern and the fabric, you have until then, right? Because
after that, snip, snip,” I said, and imitated the scissors cutting.
    “Right,”
she agreed. She grabbed her purse to depart, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I
walked her to the door.
    “Say
hi to Daniel for me,” I told her. “Tell him I’m happy to do his mom’s dress