Monday morning; three days later
In despair, Jo stared at herself in the mirror and wondered if she should change again, which would make it her fourth outfit attempt. But then she looked at the clothes on her tiny less-than-single bed, and realized that she didn’t actually have any more clothes to try on. She’d left Brian with almost nothing in her rental car – she’d been in a pretty big rush to leave, to put it mildly.
Anyway, nothing else on offer in terms of wardrobe would do much to improve the situation that faced her in the mirror. No matter what she did, she was going to look like she’d just escaped a nunnery that had an in-house coal mine and no ironing facilities. Every single thing had been dictated by Brian’s demands and expectations, naturally, so it was all shapeless, gray
