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you to return tomorrow wearing shorts and a t-shirt?”
    “I guess so. I have a couple more days before I go back to work.”
    “Ten o’clock in the morning?”
    “That will be fine.” Phoebe stood. “Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “I look forward to it.” Alistair said as she walked away.

Chapter Four
    Phoebe ambled down the street, the street she now lived on. How good that sounded. She paused to peer into a homemaker and electrical shop window, then continued up the street, passing a bookshop, cafés and numerous food stores. Crossing the busy road, she approached the huge city mall, where her favorite department store was housed.
    Glass sliding doors soundlessly opened and she stepped into the cool interior. It was a mall she was familiar with and she headed straight for her intended destination.  She smiled as she entered.
    The escalator carried her up to the floor where women’s clothing, accessories and shoes were displayed. Phoebe hadn’t purchased clothes here before but had often perused the racks longingly. She felt like she’d closed her eyes and landed in Fairyland.
    Before now, her dresses had been the same style. Round neck, short sleeves, a few inches below the knees and no shape. She had them in black, navy and khaki. Her shoes were what David affectionately referred to as ‘granny’ shoes. They were heavy, black lace-ups. She would never be able to sneak up on anyone while wearing them.
    She drew back her shoulders and determinedly commenced searching the racks.
    After what seemed an eternity and, armed with numerous garments, she made her way to a change cubicle. She quickly stripped off. The first dress was sky blue with white spots, a thin belt highlighted her waist. It was sleeveless with a rather daring, for her, plunging neckline.
    She pulled the curtain aside and stepped from the space. She turned every which way admiring the woman in the mirror before her. What a difference a dress made.
    “That looks lovely on you,” an attendant commented.
    “Thank you.” She tugged at the neckline. “You don’t think this neckline is too revealing?”
    “Honey, if I had your cleavage, I’d be puttin’ it out there a lot more than that.”
    Phoebe laughed and returned to the cubicle.
    When she approached the register some time later, it was to pay for four dresses, three skirts, five blouses, two jackets, knee length leggings, stockings, socks and lacy underwear. She dumped it all on the counter in front of the cashier.
    “I’ll be a few moments. I need to go to the shoe department and choose some make-up,” she said to the young girl.
    “That’s fine, take your time,” was the response.
    Phoebe tried on dozens of pair of shoes but settled for simple black court shoes with a four inch heel, a pair of strappy sandals for everyday wear and a pair of name brand joggers for the gym. She then chose kohl pencils in black and grey, black and brown mascaras, blusher and a dark pink lipstick.
    The cashier smiled when she returned and rang up the purchases. Her credit card was handed over.
    Loaded up with her packages, she smiled, thanked the cashier and headed for the escalator leading to the top floor.
    After selecting linen, dinnerware, flatware, cooking utensils, pots and pans, she picked out several pretty storage containers. There was far too much for her to carry so she organized delivery for the following afternoon.
    After leaving the store, she headed for a spectacle store. Her intention was to book an appointment with an Optometrist. She was delighted when the girl on the desk informed her there had been a cancellation and she could be seen immediately. She was led to a chair where she had barely seated herself when the elderly Optometrist appeared. He led her into his office and a few minutes later, they were discussing the benefits of contact lenses.
    Mr. Mathews explained, the strength of lens she required were rather common and kept in stock. He excused himself to collect