*Summer*
I can’t believe the amount of pleasure it brings me to know I will be getting a new dress, even if I don’t feel it is necessary. Although Dion is correct: I need to project a certain image. I have been brought up to understand the importance of the face one shows the world. A person can be dying inside, but still has to give the impression that nothing is amiss, that happiness abounds within.
However, I would be grateful to replace my clothing with something new, something that has never been infested. My current attire often makes me itch as though fleas reside within the woven fabric. Even though I know they don’t, I can’t help but believe the very possibility exists that they might have once.
I follow Dion and Beth into the hallway and come to an abrupt halt as Dion turns lef
