“Okay, but you’ll see. I’ll look ridiculous.” April took the clothes and slid the curtain shut.
After pulling off her old jeans and shirt, she shimmied into the lightweight top and skorts. Turning, she peered at herself in the mirror.
“So? Let me see.” Deb pushed back the curtain. “Oh, la, la.”
“I’m a history teacher, for Pete’s sake. I can’t go running around like this.”
“You’re not one here, so why not? We’re on an island.” Deb waved a hand for emphasis. Don’t they feel great? You can even get in and out of an SUV without flashing the world.”
“Comfortable. And kind of cute.” The outfit felt better than her restrictive jeans, and it was flattering, covering the right amount of upper thigh—admittedly not her best feature anymore. She’d work on that, she decided. The sleeves were slim
