“WHAT HAPPENED TO MY black and silver jumpsuit?”
“You burned it,” replied Rikki, watching Thomi drag things out of her closet, glance at them and discard them upon a chair. “You said it would always remind you of that miserable party of Eddy’s and you burned it—even though you don’t remember a thing about what you’d supposedly done at it!”
“Oh, right.” Thomi stared into her closet, a hand at her hip. “Well, then . . . could I borrow yours?”
“Burned mine, too. And so did Halleigh. Didn’t want them reminding you of anything.”
“Ah! Well, thanks! But, now, what’ll I wear tonight? Not peach—he liked that first on you two!” She pulled out a dusky rose vest and pants outfit with a lighter rose blouse. “This’ll do. Don’t want to wear anything terribly sexy anyhow.”
“Those still look bad!” Rik
