Chapter 4: The Suit Fitting
"Where are we going Father?" asked Aaron as the BMW M5 rumbled along the highway. Ivan carefully controlling the acceleration so that Annette didn’t get unnerved.
"Well it’s not every day that my boy turns 13. I thought we’d do something a little different this year" said Ivan as they turned to an exit.
They pulled into the parking lot of an upscale tailoring and shoe shop that specialized in men’s suits and shoes.
Ivan noticed Aaron’s eyes flash with excitement in the rearview mirror and smiled to himself.
"Welcome to Thompson’s suiting. I’m Thompson the owner, how may I help you?" a tall imposing man dressed in a black pinstriped 3-piece suit greeted them in an impeccable British accent.
Ivan clapped Aaron on the back.
"My boy here has just turned 13. He seemed to really like the formal look of his new school uniform, so I thought getting him a properly tailored suit might be a good thing," he explained.
Mr. Thompson bowed. "You do your generation credit young man. Most teenagers gravitate towards filthy and torn rags these days," he said.
Aaron inclined his head as well. "Thank you, Mr. Thompson. May I take a look at your fabrics?"
Mr. Thompson nodded and addressed Ivan and Annette.
"I admire your parenting skills. You have raised a most civilized young man." he said causing Ivan to beam with pride and Annette to frown.