Seeing Wyatt Winslow press his lips together without a word, Joan Sawyer smiled and tugged on Walter Winslow's arm, signaling for him to stop talking.
He knew perfectly well that his son cared about his image in front of his granddaughter, yet he kept on. If Wyatt got angry, Walter would only feel bad later.
She then changed the subject, looking toward the men's section. "Holly, you should pick out a New Year's outfit for Miles, too. It's on me."
Wyatt Winslow immediately spoke up. "I'll pay."
Holly Winslow was quite the "professional" when it came to picking clothes for Mortimer Quincy. She'd feel the pockets, then the collar, and finally even held a jacket up to her own body to size it up.
'Ahem, force of habit.'
Wyatt Winslow's lips pressed together even more tightly.
Holly suddenly turned her head and held up the jacket in her hands. "Dad, do you like this style? You should get one. It's really warm."
