Dear Diary,
It isn't often a man comes into my shop, though the one that did was merely shopping for his daughter. He had managed to contract her to a man of high caste, and he as a merchant, enjoyed the prestige that went with being the relation of builders. It is just the way it is on Gor that young ladies are companioned off for business, rather then the romantic notion of love that fills so many books.
That reminds me, I need to return Hillary's books to her, it's been three months. Yikes!
At any rate, he came into my shop and Faboo fawned all over him. Not as a shopkeeper might fawn over a patron, but it was more reminiscent to something else entirely. The man was not too comfortable and I think mentioned tunics again, and quickly left to patron one of my friendly near-by rivals. To say the least, I wasn't too happy.
It isn't the first time Faboo has seemingly prevented a sale just by being himself. Most of my regulars are used to him by now, it has been two months since Max bought him, but a few of the newer ones are uneasy, at first at least. My reputation, my work and my prices give me plenty of repeat customers, but I do not relish losing a single sale to that hack, Helena. She has absolutely no talent, a well trained jit could sew as well as she, and her designs are so second rate as to be laughable. Plus, she charges too much and is a bit snobby for a simple seamstress.
For the time being, I'll banish Faboo to the backrooms, where he belongs anyway carting things about. I've tried just forbidding him to speak to the customers, but several ask his opinion, and in my opinion, his opinions are first rate. The man does know colors! The standing order is, if a man enters the shop, Faboo goes to the store room. He seems disheartened by this but I think he understands the reason.
I wish I did. Oh well, time for brunch!
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