As she said this, she didn't notice that his body stiffened just a little.
"Do you want to see Mr. Jeffrey?" he asked her.
"There's no point in wanting or not wanting. He and I are from two completely different worlds," she replied. "But come to think of it, his back in a suit kinda looks like yours. I bet if our Jeffrey wore a suit, he'd look super good too."
He pressed his lips tightly together and didn't say anything.
She went on, "Let's save some money. When spring comes, we'll buy you a suit. That way, if you ever need to dress formally for a job interview or something, you'll have something decent to wear."
"If you ever met Mr. Jeffrey… what would you say to him?" he asked all of a sudden.
Rachel went silent. After a long pause, she let out a small, self-mocking laugh. "I'd beg him to leave me alone."
He looked surprised. "That's all?"
"Yeah," she answered.
"Don't you want to tell him you were falsely accused? Don't you want him to clear your name?"
