Gray
The shopping experience was like pulling teeth. I could tell they didn’t want to go overboard. They thought it would be rude, I could read them even in the short time I have spent with all of them.
I looked at Hal, and he rolled his eyes and shook his head. I looked at Charo, and she was trying to contain her laughter. We were in a boutique and each woman had maybe two shirts and a pair of pants, leggings or shorts. The only one having the time of her life was Carly.
To Gray, she was living it up. Emily was trying to curb her daughter’s spending by telling Carly maybe next time, every time the little girl picked something up. I just simply looked at Charo, and she nodded, grabbing everything Carly had touched.
Finally, after an hour of the girls being nitpicky, I turned to
