“Yes.” I didn’t miss a beat. I mean, how else do you keep these things clean? I have seen this kind of hat on Dag for years. On him, it looks completely natural. It has become one of his signature things without ever trying to be. So when he gave me a Stetson of my own at the start of the weekend, I already knew the shape. I just didn’t know what it would do on me. Apparently, quite a lot. I have been wearing the bloody thing like I have known it longer. By Sunday, it was