Bad Taste is Always in Style

Meinwen was understandably put-out when Winston and I explained she had been acting like a child (though I dearly wish I'd thought to take a picture of her sucking her thumb – I could have done much with that around the town). She pulled the picture out of the remains of the television and I half expected her to get sucked inside it. Edward Jose Thorburn was far too fond of his soul traps for my liking, though the specialisation did point to a lack of skills in other areas. Perhaps we'd be lucky and find him totally inept at feeding himself, for example.

Whatever magic the picture held had dissipated with the television. There were deep gouges across the photograph (though it could only improve the jumpers) and the little fae boy was missing entirely.

"I remember those V-necked jumpers," said Meinwen. Well, she would, wouldn't she? "They used to be part of our school uniform. I wonder why they went out of fashion?"

I frowned. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Should it be?" She looked to Winston for support and he coughed.

"Lovely," he said, as if he had a flip top head and someone had removed his good taste. "I'll look out for one in Dante and Gehenna's."



Image: Elizabeth Scott Blue Striped V-Neck Jumper