"You look very handsome." Mrs McAndrew looked up from her magazine.
"Thank you, ma'am." Jordi pulled his jacket back on.
"Jordi, how many times do I have to tell you, don't ma'am me. I'm not your schoolteacher."
"Yes, ma-. Elizabeth."
"See it's not that hard."
"Sorry, it's just weird. Calling a grownup by her first name."
"What do you call my son?"
"Dr McAndrew."
Elizabeth laughed. "Of course you do, you're a good polite young man." Elizabeth wrapped her arm in Jordi's and grinned. "Jordi, you can call me whatever you like."
"Can I call you Abuela?
"Abuela?"
"It means grandmother."
"Jordi, you really should stop listening around corner."
"Yes ma- Abuela."
"I do like the way that sounds." Elizabeth pointed towards a shop. "That looks like it might suit you."
They wandered through the tables. Jordi hesitated, not wanting to seem greedy. But Elizabeth had no problem with picking up anything that caught her eye. Or sending Jordi off to try on everything.
"Nothing fit?" Elizabeth looked up when Jordi came back empty handed.
"Some of it. The jeans and the tee shirts. There's at the counter."
"You really should have one nice shirt."
"The blue one was okay, but it was too big."
"We'll get a smaller size then." Elizabeth smiled. "Now there's just pajamas and underwear."
"I'm good." Jordi blushed.
"Adam didn't like talking about his underwear either. From the time he was ten, he'd make me go stand on the other side of the room while he picked out what he wanted and made the sales person put it in the bag before I could see it.
"Don't forget socks."
"Okay."
"Give a shout when you need my card. I'm just going to be over there pretending to be enthralled by those sunglasses."