Emma finished the sleeve of the blouse she was mending with a flourish.
"That's better," said Kingozi, and began clumsily to rebutton her blouse.
In a moment more he returned with a small man in a mechanic's blouse.
Hilary grinned as he slipped the weapon back into his blouse.
Hilary's hand went to the butt of the automatic within his blouse.
He whipped the hand tube ...