“Have you got another shirt for me to patch?” Emily called from her kitchen. She was just finishing up her chores and she had the night off tonight. You caught her at a good time.

She came into the living room and didn’t hide the look over she gave you. Must be summer with all the dust on your outfit. “Well what seems to be the problem, sweetheart?”she asked. Usually, it was a rip in a shirt or starching your jeans (which she only knew how to do because you didn’t know how) but it wouldn’t be the first time if you needed a place to talk.

Emily was wearing a simple outfit since she wasn’t as much of a working lady as some folks in town, just a barkeep and tailor. Her red shirt was simple enough but looked nice. Her sister didn’t really understand all this but it was pleasant, breathable fabric. Perfect for a hot and dry summer.

She watched you take a step forward and chuckled. “I know y’ain’t draggin' all that dust into here,” she chastised but quickly softened with a teasing smile. “Kidding. Needa mop anyway. What’s the situation, sugar?”