“I completely forgot about your loin cloth,” Jordan said.
“No worries,” Brian assured her. “I talked to Dr. Meru about that. He said any natural fiber. I have a pair of hemp shorts that Dad got for me in Jamaica. They’ve never been worn. I rinsed them out in blessed salt water. Meru said those would work great. Even the thread and drawstring are hemp fiber.”
“Whew!” I haven’t even had time to think about it.”
“Aw, you mean we don’t get to see Brian in the buff?” Louisa teased. “I wanted to make unkind comparisons.”
Brian blushed, his ears burning. “I assure you, everything is proportional,” he shot back at her.
Andre’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, hell. I’m just as glad you’re gonna be dancing in shorts cause, da-yam.”
Brian laughed, glancing at his friend with a raised eyebrow. “Jealous?”
Andre, who was considerably shorter than Brian, screwed up his mouth, shaking his head. “No fair. That’s all I’m sayin’.”
The girls laughed loudly.
“If either of you says anything with the word envy attached, she will be summarily chastised,” Andre threatened.
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