Twelve
Cassie
“Holy cripes on a cracker, Cassie! It’s freaking cold out here. Why didn’t you tell me it was going to get cold?”
Mandi was hunched forward, arms folded, shivering. I laughed and snuggled into my pink sweater. “I did. You didn’t believe me.”
“Ugh! You’re so mean. How was I to know you weren’t making it up? It was ninety freaking degrees just a few hours ago.”
I put my arm around her and gave her a hug. “I wouldn’t do that to you, even if you do dress strangely. Besides, you’ve lived in Texas long enough to know that the weather changes in the blink of an eye.”
“Hey, my fashion sense is top notch. I can’t help it if Koppe is behind by a few decades.”
I looked at her as she adjusted her red headband. The red and white feathers at the end of the band highlighted the shine
