She turned to leave. Your chickens are on the way. Shatnez, the mixing of linen and wool, is strictly forbidden. On Zalman's recommendation, he sent his wardrobe to Royal Hills for testing and was forced to go to work the next day wearing slacks and suspenders, white shirt and tie. Walter hadn't left him alone since he'd arrived.
Casual day is only once a week.
A nicely pressed bathrobe would be fine. Charles had worked himself into a funk by the time Zalman entered his office. He'd accomplished nothing all morning. The revelation lasts about a second, comes and goes, a hot flash in the back of a taxi. Zalman scratched at his nostril with a pinkie, a sort of refined form of picking.