"God, Eddie, the limo, it's waiting." She rolls off the bed and runs to the bathroom for a quick freshen up - "I've got an outfit laid out on the bed, can you bring it to me? And yes, you can switch out the shirts for the one you like with the cat."

It was endearing, the way he liked such a simple shirt. It was silly, really, bought during a vacation when there'd been a sudden rainstorm and they were away from the hotel and her silk shirt was ruined. Cat shirt it was.