III
a meeting at Bendel's
712 5th avenue
Kaye and I arrived at Bendel's at exactly four of the afternoon. We rushed here after receiving from Jenny a text with a big-letter word: HELP. The text quite alarmed us that we didn't had a second thought, we immediately hailed the next cab.
We spotted Jenny in front of a full-length mirror with a red dress on. She saw us coming from our reflection in the mirror. "Hey! I'm so glad you both came," she said with a smile on her face.
Catching my breath, I asked, "What's the emergency?"
"A fashion emergency," she corrected. "Does this look good on me or should I try another one?"
My best friend and exchanged looks that say: "So, this is the emergency? This is what we were rushing about? What a waste of time . . ."
Jenny snapped her fingers in front of our face. "Hey, guys, wake up! Answer me . . . "
We both studied the dress as jenny twirled several times, showing off the undoubtedly expensive well-cut dress.
"That's perfect," Kaye commented.
"No doubt," I said dryly.
She faced the mirror. "Serena said that this would look good on black," jenny said absently, looking down on the dress, inspecting and memorizing the impeccable details. "But his is expensive. So I decided to sew one."
Kaye was surprised with the knowledge about Serena. "You met Serena here?"
Her eyes met Kaye's on the mirror. "Oh, yes, she's with little brother. A nice-looking guy."