[hr][center][color=#cc6666][h2]Arthur Howell[/h2][/color][/center]
[center][@Octo][/center][hr]

I am immediately tempted to protest. My [i]shirt[/i] is a normal men's [i]shirt.[/i] It is not an article of women's clothing, it's not some puffy garment from nearly two centuries ago, it's a decent, button-up [i]shirt.[/i] But my protests dry up before I can even speak them.

She's clearly...fond of antiquated things. She'd probably be all over a poet's shirt. I'm not surprised she'd call a generic shirt a blouse, with that in mind. Or maybe it's just because [i]she's[/i] wearing it now, so clearly it must be a blouse. Maybe it's both.

This is going to be a long night.

[color=#cc6666]"Yes, you're...uh...you're radiant, Ludie."[/color]

I was right about the hips, though. Even with a belt to cinch the jeans in around her waist, they're bunching a bit in the wrong ways. It's definitely a good thing we're finding her something normal to wear. And maybe a hospital to drop her off at. Maybe she has family looking for her? It shouldn't be to hard to find a family of distressed tall blondes looking for a missing sister or daughter or whoever, people like that would really stand out here...

The church, maybe, if I don't find anything good for her and need to drop her off tomorrow. That seems like the sort of old thing that would interest her. [color=#cc6666]"Let's get on with it, then. Do you have any other shoes? It might be a lot of walking for those heels, and I don't know that they really fit the current outfit."[/color]

Mostly I don't want her to trip or break them. Who knows what she'd do if that happened. And I'd have to help her get around, too, and [i]thatt[/i] just seems like a recipe for disaster...I shake those thoughts out of my head and get to pulling on my own shoes. We ate enough of the food from the old man to be polite, at least, and she didn't leave a mess with all her gesticulating and stabbing the rice, so I don't have anything to worry about there. But, as I tied my laces, something else worrisome came to mind, which may well be too late to ask because she's metaphorically halfway out the door anyways:

[color=#cc6666]"Ah...you have a wallet, right? Or a purse?"[/color]