"It's only going to get more uncomfortable to keep wearing your standard clothes," Frank assured. He remembered letters and phone calls from Maria, bemoaning not fitting into her favorite jeans or whatever else. She hadn't had someone to custom make a wardrobe and alter it ad nauseum.

He rubbed the back of her neck, then got up to retrieve the tea. It ought to be steeped by now--probably oversteeped. He wasn't good with tea, just coffee.