mora

"I want [customers] to walk into our stores and smile," womenswear designer Tom Mora said.

As Selah talks to Mora, the two embark on a kind of intertextual journey.

Here Mora and Clifford soon found themselves deserted by their companions, and were left to their own resources for entertainment.

But Maud, did you learn the reason of Mr. Ess—that is Mora's folks—well—why they came up yesterday?

Yet the strangest part of it all is the mysterious resemblance of the faces in that miniature to Mora and your son.

There seemed to be a look of recognition beaming from the eyes of Mora Estill that has haunted me for months.

Could it be that he would soon stand beside the mangled form of Bruce Walraven, Mora's father?