Marco was looking at the clothing rack in the small store in the town near where they were staying. He frowned as he looked at the limited selection of clothing. He was doing his best to get the kids the colors they liked, but it wasn’t looking good. He was getting frustrated and wanted to growl, but he held it in as he searched.
“Any luck?” Charles asked as he joined Marco in the minimal clothing area.
“Some,” Marco grumbled. “I was hoping to find things they liked to make them feel a little better, but I’m not sure if I can.”
“Do you want a suggestion?” Charles asked as he chewed on a piece of red licorice.
“Sure,” Marco said as he held up a purple T-shirt with butterflies on it and sighed.
Charles pointed at the shirt with his Twizzler and said, “Get at least two of each shirt th
