It was clear that the Ford was following her, close enough so that she could see the driver’s long red hair tied back in a ponytail. Without appearing to be fleeing, she slowly broke stride into a runner's smooth pace, turned right at an alley that was one way in the opposite direction and took a circuitous route to Macy's.
The moment she entered Macy's she remembered that bathing suits might not be available in September. "There are a few on sale", she was informed. But at the sales rack, a soignee redhead had loaded all the size 10 bathing suits into her cart. She glared at Caydance. "Nothing left in your size", she said, triumphantly.
Variations on this theme occurred also at Saks and at every other department store in Union Square.
Back home, Caydance stared glumly at the bathing suits in the LL Beans and Vermont County Store catalogs, which were the only catalogs that she had.