Chapter 3
The third day
“You made it on time,” Trey said when he let Marty into the shop Saturday morning.
“Believe it or not, I’m an early riser, even when I don’t get away from the bar until after closing.”
“Which is five nights a week?”
“Well, yeah,” Marty replied.
“Come on. We’ll get rid of our coats and then I’ll show you around.” Trey took him back to the break room where they did as he’d said, and he started the coffeemaker. Opening a door at one side of the room, he said, “This is my secret sanctum where I create everything.” The room held a long table, two sewing machines, racks of fabric, and several mannequins.
“You’re multi-talented,” Marty said.
“How so?”
“You run your own business, deal with the customers, and make all the costumes you rent out, too, right?”
As he h
