The phone was ringing as I stepped into the tailor's shop. "Hello?" she answered, nodding to me that she would be a moment.
As I waited, I could hear the voice on the other end of the line. "I have a dress," she said, "and I need it fitted and altered, but I have a tight turn around."
She paused, and the three of us in the shop waited expectantly.
"I need it in 24 hours," she continued with a frantic sigh. "Is that something you can do?"
The tailor was measured as she answered. "I'd have to see it first. Can you come in now?"
"I can come in about an hour," the woman replied with a thread of relief in her voice.
"See you then," said the tailor as she hung up and turned to me.
"I need this altered, too," I told her, gesturing to the hanger in my hand. "But I don't need it in 24 hours!"
"Good!" she laughed, gesturing toward the changing room. "Let's see it!"
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