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understand finger of the glove , but feared it had something to do with the slubs. "No," I told her. "I'm… um… I'm just here looking."
    "Adrift," she announced to the others. " Adrift in the currents of commerce and unfamiliar with the loft and ply of fashion." Her glossy red lips pinched off what seemed like a growing smile. "Shopper, have you never envisioned skivvé?"
    The man in the giraffe masked said, "That's Python Duck Weapon's Celebrity Executive Officer, Kira Shibui."
    "I am Tane Cedar," I told her. My heart was beating hard and my palms were moist. "You knit syrup ." I had inadvertently used a slubber word. "I mean… great!"
    Her right eyebrow rose with curious skepticism. "A small but curled wood shaving of praise." She eyed the others. Worm Jacket giggled. Giraffe nodded.
    They were laughing at me. "I am also interested in yarn and knitting."
    "If you desire, Kira," offered the storeowner, "I'll ask him to leave."
    She held up a gloved hand. "Allow him to linger." She narrowed her eyes. "Those who harbor hearts that beat not with the liquids of the pedestrian, but with twists of the fiber… we must always show honor." She squared her shoulders and stared at me intently. "I am a saleswarrior for Python Duck… in the glorious skivvé battles amid the grand foundation war." When she inhaled, her breasts were squashed inside her rather stiff-looking outfit. I didn't know how to describe it at the time, but it was like a sailor suit in shiny orange decorated with several large bows. The flared skirt was so short it didn't cover her underwear. The neckline was low, and around her neck rested a wide collar. Her boots and gloves were the same orange. She peered at me. "You must know the glory , dear mislaid shopper."
    I didn't know what she was asking, but was glad to have her gaze on me.
    Her red lips tightened. "Then know this citizen of credit: we of Python Duck are fighting against the keepers of the dark, the wearers of the empty, and the besmirchers of the cloth. We freed ourselves to oppose the awful howl of the gathering void that is Casper Union!" She screamed the last two words.
    "Casper Union? What's that?"
    My question seemed to please her. She turned to the others. "And thus with his genuine confusion, I have freed him from the realm of the counterfeit and the spy."
    "Oh, well done, Kira!" said the man in the worm jacket.
    "Brilliant!" Giraffe bobbed his head in a nod. "I didn't even think that he might be an enemy spying on us!"
    "Now we know," said Kira, raising her voice, "that he is simply from the dim and the dark bones of fashion." She turned and gazed at me with warmth and sympathy. "Someone should mental him in the ways of the lapel, the seam, and the blessed undergarment."
    I knew she was making fun of me, but it didn't matter. "I want to learn."
    "Then let me unfold one sleeve of the truth: Casper Union is the skivvé maker that cares not for anything but the lack of their own make." She held up a fist. "They are stealing the glory… No! They are tarnishing anything that was ever coated with even the thinnest skin of commerce and pride." Pointing a finger at me, she said, "New friend of our sex and shopping city, you must study fashion and its wars. Come to my flagship: Python Duck on level 609 in the Velour Building and behold the fine art and craft of men's fantasy skivvé."
    "Best britches for bitches!" said Giraffe.
    "We are desperate for fashion passion!" she continued. "And we are desperate for cutting and needling." She turned her face toward the others. "We need the commanding and the strong and the vigorous to help wage the terror upon those with shallow and muddy puddles of soul."
    "Muddy puddles of soul!" whispered the man in the worm jacket, nudging the giraffe.
    Returning her attention to me, she asked, "Do you, shopper Tane Cedar, with a proud and curious interest in knit-do you have the formidable vision? Do you have clarity of duty? And most of all, do you have the valor to