I was going to get a photo appointment for Kathleen next week at the time I’m taking Sally to the mall with her friend, but that happened to be just the time frame in which the appointments were booked. Any other time of day would be fine.
I’ll have to come up with another plan. Maybe I can talk Tom into getting his picture made with her, if I agree to buy him a pop-culture tchotchke at Hot Topic or a polo shirt at Belk.
The old “That’s the only time we’re booked” ploy, eh?
I can tell you that’s a KAOS front. KAOS has been infiltrating that area from that photo shop since the days when I was the only one who had a shoe phone. 99 had gotten herself a job answering the phones, but I’ve since lost contact with her.
I went in there looking for her last wee. Apparently I missed her by that much.