**UPDATE**
Chapter Twenty-Six
Edna’s eyebrows shot up as she took in his appearance. Impressive. His clothes were…rather fine, actually. Much finer than anything she had seen him wear before. The gray suit he wore must have been new, looking so crisp and clean. And well-tailored too, fitting him very nice. This was no "hand-me-down" suit that most working men claimed. Indeed, the collar was starched and his tie looked like silk! His shoes were polished and looked better than most people's "Sunday best", and his hat…
Had he always had a fedora? It looked very fine as well, and matched his suit perfectly!
Had he always possessed such fine clothes? Perhaps she had misjudged him; perhaps he's more ambitious than she gave him credit for?
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**title manip by angiemagz; other images not mine