“Life’s too short for ugly clothes.”
“You sound like something out of Cosmo. Please, tell me you
are not reading Cosmo. Hasn’t it been established that it rots the brain as
surely as candy rots teeth?” Francine
told her infuriatingly blase sister.
Rolling her eyes, Gina stood in front of the full-length
mirror in the only dress shop her stubborn sister would enter willingly and
ignored her latest gibe. She proceeded to survey her reflection with
satisfaction. This separation from her husband had done wonders for her that
five years of exercise and weight watchers hadn’t, with loads less money spent.
“So, what do you think?” she asked turning around and doing
her best Vanna White impression.
“Where’s the rest of it?” Francine said, not at all amused. “Come on,
spill it.”
“Excuse me? I don’t
want to look like a frumpy old housewife in sweats any longer,” Gina retorted.
“Gina, what’s going on?” Francine asked anxiously. “You don’t see me for two month, you don’t
even return calls and out of the blue you want to go shopping and this is what
you consider appropriate for a mother of two? Hookers dress better than this,
Gina.”
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