Perrin stumbled out of the guest bedroom in the early evening as the sun headed toward the Olympic Mountains. It filled Jo’s apartment with the warm oranges and reds she so loved. She’d decorated with her west-facing view and this time of day in mind, white walls and neutral carpets so that the changing light of outdoors would fill the room.
Perrin had clearly raided Jo’s closet with what should be amusing results but were fetching instead. She’d folded over one of Jo’s billowing floral skirts and trapped it about her trim waist with a belt leaving the waistband to flop over the belt. The Vassar college t-shirt, rather than being grossly too large, slid off both of her shoulders leaving a broad expanse of bare skin that made her look cute instead of slutty.
Her hair was still dyed as bla
