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Claire
Hannah came into our bedroom wearing the third shirt she had tried on in the last ten minutes. “What about this one?”
I looked at the pink and purple frilly and sequined top she had on and said, “That one’s cute, too. Why are you so worried about what to wear on the field trip tomorrow?”
“We are going to Portland, and that’s a big city, Mom.” She stopped just short of rolling her eyes in my direction.
Her idea and mine of what constituted a big city varied quite a bit, but Portland was definitely bigger than Brunswick Bay Harbor, so I didn’t argue the point with her. Instead, I assured her, “Any of the shirts you’ve tried on will look great in the big city.”
“Fashion’s different there, you know,” she said importantly before flouncing towards her room in full-diva mode with
