"Umm, excuse me, please. I couldn't help but notice you hanging this adorable outfit up. May I have a twirl?"
"Why certainly. Here you...are you sure you can wear this? From the two shirts in your hands, I don't think you've upgraded to this."
"Huh? Wha..oh. These? I don't know what I want so I am just exploring a little bit of everything."
"What clothes do you usually wear?"
"Hand me downs."
"And I take it this is the first time buying your own shirt?"
"Actually, Ma'am; I'm buying one for her, but she gets to pick it out."
"How old are you, young man, and what's your name?"
"My name is Darius, and I just turned eight two days ago."
"Where are your parents?"
"Uhhh…I thought they were right behind us!!"
"Picking out an outfit for your girl so your parents won't see, cause between you and me, they'll most likely pick clothes out of the $5 and under pile of donations and small clothes? Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me."
"Thanks. I don't know what to say."
"I reckon they will be here soon so what kind of money are we working with?"
"Fourty dollars. I know that won't buy a lot, maybe one or two, but that's enough. Just shirt and pants please."
"Shirt, pants, and underwear might be Heaven for a boy, but no, no, no, no. For a girl, she is treated as a queen and needs to be dressed accordingly. Don't worry, I'll help you pick out. By the time I'm through, she will be so sparkling and bright that even ghosts will be afraid to go near her.
Tell me….."
"Ruby."
"Ruby. I like that name. Do you like cats better, or dogs?"