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thought I'd visit our fabric suppliers," I told Pheff. "It's been too long."
    Pheff stared as if he didn't believe.
    "Have we ever bought from Ryder?"
    "No!"
    I had met Ryder at a fashion convention years ago. I hadn't liked him, and had gotten a slimy feeling from him. "Where is he?"
    "He's a ham fighter," said Pheff.
    I didn't know his slang. "Wasn't he the one who had that undersea-themed booth?"
    "Yeah and it stunk like seaweed!"
    Ryder, I thought. That's where I would start. "Oh, and speaking of odor, I need the glue for the pulls."
    After fishing it from a pocket, he set the applicator bottle in my palm.
    I applied a drop of the clear vinegar-smelling stuff to the pull, pushed the little device under the nail of my left middle finger, held it for several seconds, and did the other.
    "You coming back in the afternoon?"
    "I doubt it."
    "Wait!" he blurted, panicked. "I'm not going alone to the delivery!"
    "You will probably have to."
    "Cut it off!" he cursed, throwing a forearm over his face in denial. Then flinging his arm out of the way, he continued. "Tailor! You know I'm not good at that stuff! He doesn't want me. He wants you . I can't show up with his suit."
    "I'm sure you'll be excellent," I said and then pointed to the mannequin where he had hung my jacket, a single-breasted, five-and-a-half-button front with full climate, a blade-stop liner, and the latest communiqué. "The biolayer in the sleeve," I reminded him.
    "Please, Tailor," he pleaded, as he quickly stitched the material inside my sleeve. Once done, he took the jacket from the mannequin, brought it to me. "Please try and be back in time for the fitting. I don't want to go by myself. The needle is, that guy creeps me out."
    "Never disparage a client! They pay the bills."
    "Sorry, Tailor. It's just that he's so… you know!"
    He helped me into the jacket, and as he adjusted the collar around my neck, I said, "It will be an educational experience for you."
    I heard him grumble to himself as he dusted the collar and shoulders, but he didn't look at me. Focusing my eyes straight ahead, I concentrated on the weight and temperature of the jacket. When he had finished dusting and had fiddled with the collar, he stepped back, still with his head down.
    "Don't judge from the terrain of your life until you have tread upon the rocks and weeds of another's."
    "I'm not judging anyone," he muttered. "I'm just saying I'm not you."
    I put the travel shears in the inside breast pocket, the Mini-Juki in the other, and adjusted my tie. "The people that fill the clothes, the people that animate the sleeves of our shirts and pant legs of our slacks… they are the ones who bring it to life."
    He stared at me, his eyebrows sinking over his eyes. "What?"
    "I'm giving you advice." Maybe I was really speaking to myself when I added, "Cherish wrinkles, stains, and small tears. They mean the cloth has lived."
    As I walked out into the spiral that led to the building entrance, one of the workmen repairing the floor addressed me.
    "No worry, Mr. Cedar." He wiped his wet mouth with the back of his greasy hand. "Besides that it's real tight, there's an open power junction below this board. Any rat trying to get in or out would be roasted."
    With a nod, I turned and strode around the spiral. From there I took the stairs down to the parking garage. The attendants saw me coming at a jog and rushed out to remove the cones from around my gleaming charcoal Chang-P.
    It wasn't until I was in the driver's seat, with several motors idling coolly, the numbers on the instrument panel glowing a soft peach, the hush of Love Emitting Diode's Eternal Skyline playing on the sound system, that I stopped for a moment. My lips and jaw began to shiver, I struggled to take in air… and I began to cry.
    Garage attendants stood waiting for me to exit. I punched the passenger seat and tried to get control of myself. I thought I was crying for Vada, for whatever gaunt, broken shape she had become such that she