Chapter 53

• I was constantly dragged by Vicky around the store, going through racks of clothes. How could I have forgotten so quickly what she gets when shopping? My feet were aching, and we still haven’t found anything presentable to wear.
• “How about this?” I turned around close to the mirror, with Vicky sitting on the couch, watching me with her already-picked outfits beside her, neatly placed in two bags.
• “Bland,” she said with a shake of the head, “there is no way this is getting head turned when you walk in.”