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to him, but Linda Mays, his assistant, with her glossy black hair, and her
skirts that put the ‘p’ in pencil, intimidates me to heaven and back.
    “Things to do with clothes, and shopping, and other stuff
you need.” He gives me a hand up, dropping a kiss on my nose. “Linda will tell
you all about it.” His eyes go to my side of the dressing room, which is still
sadly sparse.
    “Okay.” I’m sure I should be more excited about shopping,
but there are things I want more than new clothes, to be closer to him, for
one.
    My day progresses much better than the day before. The new
tablet and smartphone arrive only about an hour after David leaves. The note in
the package says ‘Some toys you can play with while I’m gone.’ Even though I
find it unsatisfactory that he’s trying to take away my loneliness at his
absence by buying me electronic gadgets, I fall in love with them immediately.
    They’re both already programmed, the phone with David’s
mobile and office numbers, and the tablet with a couple of apps, books, and
internet access. At first, I stumble a little with the tablet, but then I find
that it’s much like using a computer.
    Linda has arranged multiple appointments. She calls me in
the morning, sounding incredibly busy and efficient as she tells me she had
sent my schedule to my new phone. It would be funny if not that as soon as I
cut the connection I see the updates to my calendar. There’s a hairdresser, in
fact, a beauty team, with hairs, nails, and makeup people, and a personal
shopper too. I’m stupefied.
    The beauty team arrives before noon. I get my hair cut and
styled by a hilariously funny French man called Jasper, who calls Mrs. Daniels
‘my love’, causing her to blush to the roots of her silver hair. My nails are
fixed to perfection, and the makeup artist, a fierce looking girl with purple
hair and a lip ring, spends nearly an hour making me up to look as if I’m not
wearing any makeup. She leads me through it, finally leaving me with the
products that ‘fit my complexion’.
    After they leave, I get a visit from the personal shopper, a
petite but lively girl in her twenties. Her name is Reiko Nakano, she tells me,
eagerly shaking my hand. I can’t help staring at her. She’s incredibly beautiful
in an unusual, exotic way, with grey almond eyes, tilted upwards at the
corners, pale skin, and straight, waist-length black hair with deep scarlet
streaks.
    She talks non-stop as she shows me the samples she’s brought
based on Linda’s description of me. I soon discover that her father is a
Japanese-American heart surgeon, and her mother is a Spanish jewelry designer.
She chatters without pause for almost thirty minutes, but I don’t mind, in
fact, I like it.
    “My father wanted me to be a doctor,” She tells me, as she
shows me another beautiful outfit, “so I went to pre-med and got accepted to
medical school.” She shudders, “but I decided I liked clothes more.”
    I laugh, “Your father must have hated that.”
    “Yes he did, especially since I’m such a genius,” she sighs,
“I’m a great loss to the profession of medicine.” She smiles impishly, “but a
great gain to women who love the way I dress them, right?”
    I have to agree. From what I can see, she does know what she
is doing. Based on what she has shown me, my new style is part casual, part classy,
innocent, and sexy. I flatter myself that she’s clothing me in my own
personality. “Seattle is not really a dressy city,” She tells me with a
grimace, “But we do have a little fashion.” She winks at me, promising to deliver
all my new clothes over the course of the week.
    David is still extremely busy, so over the next few days, we
fall into a routine. We have breakfast together before he leaves for work.
Afterwards, I read on my tablet, mostly books, but I also read the news, especially
news about software companies, eager to learn more about what David does when
he’s not with me.
    The little