“Oh yeah.”
“Want me to make you a bracelet with them?” She seemed eager to do it.
“I don’t really wear jewellery.” I wasn’t being very nice to her. My voice was gruff and irritable, but she didn’t seem to notice. “You can if you want. Whatever.”
Tiffany caught up with my tetchiness and her expression fell. “I just wanted to do something nice for you. What’s your problem?”
I shrugged. “You want to do nice things for a lot of people.”
Before she could say anything else, I walked away, all the way to the far aisle where Lucy kept the embroidery kits. Usually, I’d have looked at the intermediate designs, the ones with cartoon characters—Snoopy, Holly Hobbie, Raggedy Ann, and the little naked babies from the Love Is comic strip—but I wanted Tiffany to see that I could take on adva
