Category: John Sandford

John Sandford

You’ve got pretty good taste.” She pulled out a suit, looked at it, put it back, pulled out another. “I can remember, you always wore good suits, good-looking suits, even before you were rich.””I like suits,” he said. “They feel good. I like Italian suits, actually. I’ve had a couple of British suits, and they were okay, but they felt … constructed. Like I was wearing a building. But the Italians – they know how to make a suit.””Ever try French suits?””Yeah, three or four times. They’re okay, but a little … sharp-looking. They made me feel like a watch salesman.””How about American suits?””Efficient,” he said. “Do the job; don’t feel like much. You always wear an American suit if you don’t want people to notice you.

John Sandford

You’ve got pretty good taste.” She pulled out a suit, looked at it, put it back, pulled out another. “I can remember, you always wore good suits, good-looking suits, even before you were rich.””I like suits,” he said. “They feel good. I like Italian suits, actually. I’ve had a couple of British suits, and they were okay, but they felt … constructed. Like I was wearing a building. But the Italians – they know how to make a suit.””Ever try French suits?””Yeah, three or four times. They’re okay, but a little … sharp-looking. They made me feel like a watch salesman.””How about American suits?”:Efficient,” he said. “Do the job; don’t feel like much. You always wear an American suit if you don’t want people to notice you.