Book Eight: Chapter 180

“Ye look right and proper,” he said. “Or ye will once that coat gets fitted.”

“You’re next,” Taylor commented as he brushed some dust and lint off of Mike’s jacket. “Actually, TJ can start measuring you right now.”

“I’m not one fer suits,” said Suly. He unconsciously tugged at one of his buckles. “I’m sorta built to come in one package.”

“The Caretaker wants everyone to match,” Taylor countered. “You can take it up with him.”

Sulyvahn grumbled as he watched TJ pull out a small stool. The dullahan stepped onto it and waited patiently as TJ pulled out his own measuring tape and started taking measurements.

Taylor, who was using a piece of chalk to mark the suit jacket, gestured for Mike to take it off. He put the jacket back on its hangar and stuck it in the wardrobe.

Over the next half hour, Taylor spoke at length about the outfit he was designing for tomorrow night’s celebration. Mike stuck with single syllable answers, his mind officially wanderi