I stare at the popcorn ceiling and try to pretend I can’t hear her muttering under her breath as she flicks through my closet. “No… no… oh, for the love of God, hell no…” After a minute, she announces, “We seriously need to go shopping.”
I groan and close my eyes. “It cannot possibly be that bad.”
“Yes, it is. I just found a t-shirt you used to wear in high school.”
I feel a little blip of sadness. “Is it white with orange stripes?”
“Like Tigger from Winnie the Pooh, yeah. And it’s way too big for you.”
“Oh, shit.” Emma blanches and turns to me with a horrified look on her face. “That’s right, I can’t believe I forgot. I’m so sorry.”
I shrug. “I don’t blame you. It was a long time ago.”
I shake my head. “It’s okay. I promise.” I point back to the closet. “Just… decide my life for me
