Jackie narrowed her eyes. “You know something, Brooke? You’re spooky.”
I am? she wondered to herself. I thought that was my sister’s thing. “I guess it runs in my family. Okay, I need to change.”
“Why?” Jackie demanded. “You only have work clothes, unless there’s a little black dress in there that I’ve never seen. Trading in that outfit for another won’t make it date wear.”
“Nah, no dresses. Too cold for that here. I guess Kenneth will have to take me as I am,” she replied, “but I’d still like to put on something that doesn’t smell like a high school.”
“Good point,” Jackie pointed out, wrinkling her nose. Then, her eyes went wild, and she abruptly jumped to her feet and ran for the bathroom at the back of the apartment.
Shaking her head, Brooke made her way to the curtain that hid her
