The store was odd, filled a strange array of wares piled almost to the ceiling in an unorganized fashion. Camping supplies were clumped together with plastic toy guns, a few canned goods were found between baskets of cheap trinkets carved from wood, and several large blankets sat before a rack of guns. Most concerning to Kyle were the multiple stuffed animals mounted around the store. They were old and dusty, and exactly like something you might expect to find in a serial killers' cabin. He doubted they would find any clothes here.
A loud voice caused Kyle to jump. "Can I help you young ladies with something?" said an old man with a long white beard, wearing a large pair of blue-jean overalls. Kyle saw the man looking up and down his body, carefully taking stock and making him feel uncomfortable.
Jeez, thought Kyle, Was I that bad to other girls? Could that be why Jennifer was so mad at me?
"Yeah, " said Beryl, drawing the old man's attention away from Kyle and back to her. "My friend here needs some new clothes. You wouldn't happen to carry any here?"
The old man rubbed his beard with his hand, deep in thought. "Well, I don't have much need to stock clothes. Most folks just go to the city to get that kind of thing. I have a few things in the back, but I don't think I got nothing she would fit in. "
Beryl smiled. "Please bring them out. We'll try anything. I think you might be surprised what my friend can fit in."