"If the shoe fits, buy lots of them, and in every colour you like." Fashion advice read somewhere. And it's Oh so true. -- Anon Guest
Finally, they broke into Mlle Arianna's secret vault. They expected jewels. The fortune of five kingdoms. The lost crown of Baba Ganushe.
What they did not expect, once the lights were made to work again, was row after row of shoeboxes. Shelf after shelf of them, all through the cavernous depths of the vault.
Sorted by colour, arranged by style. Every single one of them a perfect fit for the late Mlle Arianna's peculiar feet. Made for comfort and style, a difficult thing to accomplish, considering Mlle Arianna's hammer toe and random arthritic growths. Further, they reduced the apparent bulk of her feet.
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