I own nothing.

I ain't the woman in red, I ain't the girl next door, but if something in the middle's what you're looking for, I'm that kind of girl--- Patty Loveless

As Henry and Vicki sat in the car on a stakeout, her phone starts to chirp. Henry recognizes the ring tone as Mama by My Chemical Romance, and smiles to himself.

Grimacing at his reaction, Vicki replies, "It was that or Crazy Bitch, by Buckcherry, but that could be hard to explain. Her choices not mine."

"I think I'd like to meet the woman who chooses that as her ring tone for when she calls her daughter," he said continuing to smirk.

"Shhh. Hi, mom.— No, I'm not doing anything. — No, I don't have any plans for the first weekend in June, it's February. I don't know what I'm having for dinner.— You're what?! — I didn't even know you were seeing anyone.— You don't want me to be a bridesmaid, right? — Woo, thank God.— Mom I am 32 years old you cannot force me to wear a dress! — LAVENDER?! — Mom we'll talk about this later. — Sure, and heels. Love you."

"Your mother's getting remarried? Are you upset or are you just growling over the fact that you have to wear a dress?" Henry asked.

"Bite your tongue."

"I could, um, help you, you know, find a dress," Henry offered.

"Aren't you more into taking them off?"

"Well, you've caught me, but I do have some experience shopping, and as an artist, I know what's esthetically pleasing. She said lavender, it's a good color for you."

"You've got to be kidding me. Where will I put my Glock?"

"Are you really expecting to need a semi automatic for your mother's wedding?" Henry laughed.

"I'd rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it," Vicki grumbled.

"How about tomorrow? Sunset's at about 7, and I have a friend who can keep a shop open for us a bit later."

"Tomorrow? You must be joking. How about half past never? Does that work for you?" she evaded.

"Love, we both know that something this unpleasant should be done right away. Otherwise you'll fatally injure yourself trying to avoid it altogether," he argued.

"FINE! I can't fight you both day and night for the next 4 months. I'll never get anything done."

"I'll make that call," Henry said victoriously.

"Liz, my dear, is there any way that you could arrange for the shop to be open a few hours later tomorrow night, for a friend?" Henry cajoled.

"Anything for you. Is there anything I can pull for you? I know how short the night is for you, you always have so much business to attend to," Liz asked helpfully.

"Yes, actually, everything you have in a size 2 that is even remotely close to lavender," Henry replied. "She has a golden complexion, blond hair and green eyes if that helps with color selection."

"Thank you Henry, the lavenders will bring out her eyes. Good choice. They'll be waiting for you tomorrow, say 8?"

"That's perfect."

If you want to know what happens at the shop, you better appease me. I love attention.