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but not for anything…clothes-related.”
    “Oh!”  Simon witnessed the first lightbulb realization moment of his entire life, watching understanding brighten Harry’s eyes.  “You were that gentleman caller whom Ms. Holden saw personally.  About a week ago.  I thought I recognized the jacket.  Ugh.”
    Kristina Holden.  Such a beautiful name.
    “Is she here right now?”
    “Unfortunately not.  Did you have another meeting scheduled with her?”
    I bet he knows exactly what’s going on
    “I guess not,” Simon said, shrugging one shoulder as though it didn’t really matter.  Two could play at this game of talking around corners.  “I was just stopping by and thought we could talk.”
    “Well, she’s hardly ever in anymore.  It must be an awful burden to own a business.”  Harry looked sympathetic but vague.  “I never had any ambitions for that but Ms. Holden is very dedicated, as I’m sure you know.”
    “Sure.  So, any idea when I can expect her back?”
    “I’m afraid not.  She comes and goes as she pleases.  That’s fine for Veronica and me, but rather inconvenient for her personal clients, I suppose.  Shall I leave her a message?”
    God, no. 
“No.  That’s uh, that’s okay.  I guess I’ll be going, then.”
    “Well, at least allow me to tell her you stopped by so she can know how much of an inconvenience she is.”
    Simon waved his hands and started to back away towards the door.  “No, that’s fine.  I’ll be by again soon.  It was nice talking to you, Henry.”
    “It’s Harry!”   
    Simon barely heard.  The rejection stung even though he’d really only just come at a bad time.  All the same, he needed to see her so badly his chest ached.  By the time he had gone a block, the pain solidified into determination.
    The next week, he came by again.  Harry appeared to be alone again, but he smiled when he saw who it was.  “Sir, you’re back!  And in luck.  She’s just in her office, there.  Shall I get her for you?”
    Her office was beyond a small black door he hadn’t noticed before, tucked away behind a wall of mannequins so only a person with a slimmer build would be able to navigate through easily.  The thought of whom that slim build belonged to made his heart pound.  His knees felt weak, like they had done all that dreadful three months where he decided he wanted to be a kicker –and eventually gave it up.  No, he couldn’t let someone else do this for him.  Kristina would refuse to see him altogether. 
    At least this way he could see her one last time.
    He headed for the office door.  Scuffling movement came from behind him.  “Wait!” Harry said, reaching for his arm.  “You can’t just go in there unannounced!”
    Simon juked to the side, dodging as he was trained to do without a second thought.  Sidestepping through the line of mannequins, he grabbed the door and ripped it wide open.
    Kristina sat huddled over a small desk in a tiny room barely large enough to contain her.  The room was otherwise bare but for a dead plant and calendar on the wall.  Spread out before her on the desk were a number of dollars in large denominations, a smattering of change, folded receipts, and IDs. 
    She looked up sharply.  “What the hell?” she said, eyes flying wide open.  Her arm swept out, knocking everything to the floor, but it was too late.  Simon had already seen his own face looking up at him from several laminated cards.  His loves truck heart went frozen cold.  Ice broken beneath his feet, he plunged into the cold depths without warning.
    His lost wallet.  Though he had replacements for everything important, he mourned its disappearance but he had never even thought he would find a trace of it again.  Even if it wasn’t stolen, he reasoned someone in a low place would take all the money anyway.  Now he knew better.
    “Ms. Holden?” Harry said tentatively, trying to look over Simon’s shoulder.  “Should I…do