“Something bothering you?” Ollie asked Saturday afternoon, a week after Cory had moved in.
Cory shrugged as he dropped the bags he was carrying on the carpet next to the sofa where Ollie was sitting and started for the kitchen. “Yeah, but not much I can do about it.”
“Tell all.”
Cory came back and sat, looking pissed off. “I got paid last night, so I decided to go to Nichole’s Fine Clothing—” he snorted, “—to buy some new shirts and a pair of jeans.”
“And about fainted when you saw what they’d cost you?”
Cory managed a smile. “Not really. Her prices aren’t much worse than down in the city, even if she doesn’t have that much to offer.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“All the time I was in there she and her assistant watched me like hawks, like they expected me to stuff a couple of shirts
