Rukem: Bayou Bishops--Book 14 by Lucian Bane

Author:Lucian Bane [Bane, Lucian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-03T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

A bit of flimsy wall simulating a door opened on the tin box and out of it stepped his assignment. “Now what is she dressed in?”

“I believe the peasant term for this ensemble is called a dress.”

“I know that, Mutt, but why such a dress?”

“Why not such a dress?”

“I know for a fact that attire means things and this dress does not fit the meaning of this… event, this is not a wedding, it’s a simple meeting.”

“I know for a fact that attire doesn’t mean the same thing to a peasant.”

Well, great. “What does it mean to her, peasant whisperer?”

“It means she wants to make a good impression.”

“What sort?” he hurried as she made her way down the steps. “Are those running shoes?”

“Fuck if I know, I’m not micro-scoping every fucking thing she’s doing. Fucking back off,” he cried.

“Everything means something, Shank and often it’s vital things.”

“Holy shit,” he muttered in awe. “Yes, you’re right, and you’ll learn it. While you live it.”

Learn while he lived it? That ran directly against the King’s ways. Always, there was preparation before jobs, before tests, before anything. Meticulous planning went into every crevice of the Creole Kings’ lives. She got in the car right as Rukem realized he’d managed another door opening opportunity fail.

“Excuse this ridiculous dress,” Darby said, shutting the door. “The washing machine at the laundry mat was out of order last week and I’m down to things I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing outside of a wedding. It was either this or pajamas and I didn’t think that would make a very good impression.”

Rukem started the car, feeling his Marsh Mutt’s eyes on him. Live and learn. That had just happened in the span of sixty seconds or less.

“It’s just clothes,” Shank muttered. “Not a resume.”

“Well, I beg to differ on that one,” Darby said, earning Rukem’s gaze in the mirror. He watched as she used some kind of pencil at her eyes. “What a person wears says a lot about them.”

“I’m with Miss Summers,” Rukem said, navigating the holes out of the place. “Everything says something.” Her gaze flashed to his briefly in the mirror and he realized she’d drawn dark lines on her eyes. Makeup. Why did she put it? What was her purpose? To accentuate her natural features? Why would she?

“In my world, you are what you dress in. It defines you to others,” she said.

“I don’t judge people by the clothes they wear,” Shank said.

“You sure about that? If I was standing on the street corner wearing this you wouldn’t think, this girl must be lost? Or mentally ill? Or if I was standing on the street corner flanked in skank, would you not think prostitute? It’s not judging, it’s just how people’s minds work, I think.”

“I agree again,” Rukem said, glancing at Shank who grinned at the window with a nod.

“It is how most people work, yes. But not me. When I see somebody dressed a certain way, the most I might wonder is what in their life required them to.

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