I didn't want to disappoint Brent, but I wasn't fond of shopping. All the choices made me anxious, and it always seemed there was never anything that I liked or would wear. That and I'd been forced to go on trips with my Mother with her friends and not trip anywhere. We're talking about taking flights to Paris, Spain, or Turkey. Most would kill for the opportunity, but it was with women who never shut up about their husband's careers. They bragged about the new trendy diets they were trying and then would spend hours gossiping about the one friend that couldn't make it on the trip. I would do my best to stay out of sight, not gain any of their attention, but the times I did, it was one backward compliment after another. "Isn't she lovely, but what strange eyes. What color would you say
