North American Vampire Council & Past Calling (Hypernaturals 12 & 13)

Unplanned

I found something weird in my closet.

Suits.

My size.

I do not own any suits. Next to it is a new device for holding ties. Covered in ties. All of it is silk. All of them are apparently hand made according to the labels.

I went back and opened up the zipper bags on the suits. Same thing. Designer bullshit.

In my shoe rack, at the back to hide them, four pairs of dress shoes. My size.

Helen. Has to be.

Jessica would never buy me this kind of shit. I looked around and found new silk shirts. The kind that needs cufflinks. That means there are cufflinks here someplace. The walk-in closet is huge, but it has five people's clothes in it, sectioned off. Over in Helen's area, I looked around and found nothing. I went into the master bedroom and opened the box on my dresser that I had kept Jessica's engagement ring in. Four sets of cufflinks, very masculine looking. Solid gold of some kind, some with inlays. Also matching tie pins and fucking suit pocket-handkerchiefs.

It is all extremely tasteful. Conservative cuts. Classic designs that transcend fashions. Pure Helen.

I have to admit that if (and that is a huge if) I was going to wear suits (which I never will because suits) I would pick suits like these. These are as good as it gets and be off the rack. After this, you have to get tailored stuff.

I gathered all the foreign items out of my dresser box, and went back to grab the suits, shirts, shoes, and ties. Dumping all of it in the 124, I drove to the nearest Goodwill and made a donation.

I think the person taking the donation understood that this was not department store level stuff. They whistled. A 'wow' kind of whistle. Those things may not make it to the store, it seems. I don't care. If he needs it, it's his.

I do not know why Helen did such a dumb thing. Maybe that is her idea of 'Sorry?'. Whatever. It is dealt with and serving someone else who likes that kind of garbage. Through Helen's generosity, Goodwill just got some 'nice' things. If you can call suits 'nice things'.

Morgan would not do this. She knows I barely tolerate the jacket I use to cover my gun when we are out working a case. Jessica and my first fight was over suits. Rachel would have no reason to buy me that kind of unmitigated trash, and neither would Denise.

I would have kept the shirts, actually. They were nice. But not if they need cufflinks, and if Helen wants to buy me a nice button-up shirt, it needs to be normal buttons. Cufflinks are so many centuries ago.

Feeling happy that someone with a genuine need for a suit is about to get a good one, maybe for a job interview or something, I returned to the house happier.

Back at the house, I took my laptop, went out to sit by the pool, and went to work coding.

Nakoma came and found me a few hours later. "Time for dinner, dad."

"Ok, Darling. I'll be in as soon as I finish the conditional." I said.

"If dinner then eat" Nakoma replied and went back to the house. Computer humor. I love it. I am raising that girl right.

I dropped the computer back into my office to charge, and sat down between Morgan and Jessica, as per normal.

Denise cooked tonight, and it's Pierogis. She changed the ratio of dough to stuffing to suit Vampire needs and omitted the starches like mashed potatoes but otherwise used all the traditional fillings in various combinations like fried onions, farmer cheese, cabbage, sauerkraut, meat, mushrooms, spinach, cheese, and one of my favorite fusion items, Paneer. I'll put that in about anything.