"Oh, I'm going to steal that shirt to sleep in," she announced.
"Okay," I replied easily, grabbing a second one.
She wound up stealing both of them.
* * *
I can't recall now if it was a habit I got into from being in the military or if it was something I had always done, but as soon as we got back from that shopping trip I took all the tags off the new clothes and washed them. My dad and sister both looked at me a little strangely.
"What?" I asked, feeling a little defensive.
"Those are brand-new clothes," Annette said. "Why are you washing them?"
"Someone else may have tried them on," I replied with a shrug. "Plus, you never know how long they've been sitting around before I bought them..." I started ticking the points of this argument off on my fingers. I had four more points to m
