Nils persuaded Jamie to take part in a fashion show for charity. “You’ll love the outfit,” he told her, and he presented her with a pair of high-heeled shoes and an ornate choker.

“Interesting,” Jamie said after inspecting the wear. “And where’s the rest of it?”

“That’s it,” Nils said. “Let’s see how they look.”

Jamie donned the heels and choker. “This is ridiculous,” she said.

“It’s for charity,” Nils emphasized. “And all the models will be scantily clad.”

Jamie snorted. “Scantily clad, huh? And will there be any male models?”

“Not sure,” Nils said.

“Anyway it’s not the scantily clad that bothers me, it’s the shoes. I can barely stand in these.”

“You just have to stroll down the catwalk and back, no more than a couple of dozen steps each way. Piece of cake.”

“Piece of cake!” Jamie exclaimed. “If it’s a piece of cake how come they don’t call it a cakewalk? I doubt I can take two steps without toppling over.”

“You’re overthinking it,” Nils said. “It’s like trying to walk and chew gum at the same time. You can do it if you don’t think about it.”