I’m involved with a project for a client where we’re designing a line of clothing. Kevin also has part of the project and seems to be more closely involved with the client than I am. The client is a black woman.
I am asked to review samples of the clothing line on racks. The clothes are both urban/street wear and girly at the same time. I look at a pinafore styled dress, and at a pair of sandals that are pink and green and seem to be made out of rubber.
I really like some of the clothing and I ask my client if I can buy some of it it. She says I have to call in the order.
We go over to a phone bank that is made up of old rotary dial phones. They are all black phones, some are from the 40s like the phone that was in the sewing room when I was a child, and some are newer but still black rotary phones.
I’m nervous after I place the order that the clothes will be very expensive. They do wind up to be more than $200.
At the client location there is a rally for the Reverend Al Sharpton to be president. My client attacks him and tries to strangle him with a telephone cord.
