Chapter Twenty-One
Diane had been standing in front of her open wardrobe for about five minutes. For the third time she slid the hangers with blouses and tops from one side of the bar to the other, one at a time.
Nothing she owned seemed appropriate for a dinner date with a woman she had kissed and was considering seeing more of. It seemed pretty unbelievable, considering the number of clothes in her wardrobe.
She took out a dark blue blouse, with a stiff collar and long sleeves. This isn’t a work dinner, you don’t want to look like an accountant. Next was a white top with a frilly edge on the sleeves and collar. Diane considered it for a second, but then hung it back on the bar. Too grandmother-ish. Which, she reminded herself, was what she was going to become quite soon. A grandmother
