Kris Cooper was on the phone with Tommy Taylor. Hearing a noise, he turned his head.
Before him stood Vera, wearing his tracksuit. The baggy top almost reached her knees, and the trouser legs piled over her small feet, which were encased in high heels. He couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.
"What are you laughing at!" Vera glared at him, grabbed the contract and forms, and started to walk away.
"Wait!" Kris hurriedly tried to stop her.
Vera ignored him. He rushed over to grab her arm but only caught the sleeve. The neck of the tracksuit was so wide that it slipped down, revealing most of her shoulder. Even the small bunny pattern on one side of her bra was partially exposed.
Vera turned, choked with anger, and roared, "Kris!"
Kris glanced at her chest. His little girl had grown up quite a bit!
Vera quickly pulled her clothes back up. "You're still looking!"
Kris chuckled. "I've called Tommy Taylor. He'll bring the keys over."
