Quincy shook his head. "We don't have any adult clothes in stock right now. And shoes are hard to make. Everyone wears straw sandals these days. Where would we even get the fabric to make shoes?"
"Sir, can I get clothes custom-made here? I'll pay you in ration tickets. My husband has nothing to wear. The jacket he has is covered in patches."
"Of course. What size does he wear? Short sleeves or long sleeves? A jacket or an undershirt?" 'That huge pile of scrap fabric in my storage space can finally be put to use. They get clothes, and we get business. It's a win-win.'
"A long-sleeved undershirt. He wears an extra-large. It would be best if it had a collar to cover his neck so he doesn't get a sunburn and start peeling."
Quincy gave her an OK sign. "Come pick it up the day after tomorrow. Any preference for the fabric color?"
"A light color, please. It'll be cooler."
"Light gray it is then."
