“I thought we’d go to Nordstrom Rack,” she said. “The last time I was in there it looked as if they’d gotten another shipment of post-holiday evening wear, so I’m hoping we can get a deal.”
I thought that sounded like a good plan, and told her so. Then I hung on for dear life as she squealed away from the curb and headed west on Wilshire. From there she hung a right on San Vicente, bringing us up to the Nordstrom Rack that backed up to the Beverly Center.
We’d gotten there ahead of the lunch rush, but the place was still fairly crowded. Luckily, though, the racks toward the back where the formal wear was kept didn’t have quite as many women browsing through them. Deals are great, but if you don’t have any place to wear it, grabbing a five-hundred-dollar gown for ninety-nine bucks isn’t g
