Chapter Nineteen
“It’s the prettiest color.” Mari held up my blue shirt.
“But this one shows off her”―Harper looked to me, my charcoal gray shirt in hand―“features better.”
“Do I really need to worry about showing off my features?” I dragged a brush through my hair.
“The human race managed to destroy the environment but not the patriarchy.” Harper threw the charcoal shirt at me. “Your teacher was desperate enough to set you up on blind dates. Make yourself pretty for the boys and get Mrs. I like to be grossly inappropriate while interfering in my students’ lives Hale off your back.”
“Fair point.” I pulled on the charcoal shirt and looked at myself in the mirror.
If I’d been going out back home in the city, heading to the Misery Drain, actually wanting to dance, I’d have found what pa
