started flipping unobservantly through the fabric samples. âThe one I have in mindâs right in front,â John said.
Archer held up the card. âSeems just like my current suit.â
âWell, but itâs a much lighter shade.â Johnâs Moleskin contained many comprehensive and maybe only subtly differentiated lists of his dream wardrobe. It killed him that Archer wore the same bluesuit year-round to weddings, funerals, and charity functions, the same one heâd worn for graduation.
âYeah, I donât see the difference,â Archer said.
âIn sunlight you would.â
âIâm not gonna wear it to the beach.â
âEven in artificial light, though, if we did a side by side.â John had been an authority on style and grooming long before he had the testifying closet, and in college he had sometimes played the valet. Archer arrived in Cambridge just barely able to tie a four-in-hand and with no knowledge of the half Windsor, a more complementary knot for his widish face. Surprising ignorance, it seemed to John, or, as Archer joked, âEngels-level class treachery.â John laughed at that, not quite getting it, then stood behind Archer in front of the cloudy mirror John had hung in their suiteâs common room, guiding Archerâs long-fingered hands through the steps of three essential knots. âLighter weight too,â John said now. âNine seriously airy ounces. We could have this made just in time for spring.â
Archer brushed threads off his jeans.
âI noticed last time that your current suitâs getting awful shiny at the elbows,â John said.
âLends character.â
âThat comes from dry-cleaning and pressing it overoften. Really a suit shouldnât need more than a natural-bristle clothes brush like the one I gave you and occasional sessions in a steamy bathroom. Resort to the cleanersâI still like Jeeves on Madisonâonly if the suitâs been dirtied beyond the hopes of at-home spot-cleaning.â
âGot it.â
âWhich I can help you with, man. Just come over sometime; Iâll run you through it.â
Archer decided to hold off on the suit, left instead with a cashmere robe for his stepfather. He was a great one for unoccasioned gifts. Over the years he had given John a pair of vintage cuff links, amonogrammed flask, a mandolin (a challenge for Johnâs fat fingers, but still). On his way out of the store, Archer proposed a jogging date for the unspecified future. It seemed to Johnânot always, but it sometimes seemed to John that Archer was trying to maintain their friendship in the most efficient way possible, often building plans around mundane things he was going to do anyway. But then, maybe that two-birds-one-stone approach had always held sway; maybe in the past Archer would have gone from restaurant to gallery to bar to party whether John was with him or not. It hadnât felt that way, though; it had felt as if the barhopping and what all were secondary to their togetherness, even if it was agreedâestablished, you could say, by Archerâthat they would abandon each other on the arrival of what Archer called âsex-type potentialities.â
Not heaps of those arrived for John, who had little aptitude for bar chat and assumed that all lack-love sex started with dishonesty and led to heartbreak. Mostly he and Archer stuck together, talked about movies and Archerâs travels and their mutual friends; sometimes they touched on spiritual matters in a chill way that made John feel deeply understood. These days, a jogâs spare, panting conversation met their needs, or Archerâs, and even when they had more to say, the extra words only stressed what was missing. Or worse, what had never been there, like with the italicized words in the King James Bible: what often seems like random emphasis is actually the translatorsâ honesty, their way of pointing
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