"You guys go ahead. I'll be right there," I say sending Chey and Halley off to the sitting section.
We declined help for this round of dresses, so I'm not required to be there just yet. Instead, I wait
in the front of the shop while Tamara runs across the street with her hood up to keep the rain out
of her substance sensitive hair.
I push the door open as she jumps the curb and she runs in with some water falling off the
slippery black and orange fabric.
"Thanks," she smiles out of breath from the exertion.
"No problem," I assure lightly. "Thank you for coming."
Her smile drops and she unzips her jacket solemnly.
"Look Vasa, I'm really sorry for how things went down. It wasn't my place to say all of those
things and I was totally wrong. Look at you," she gushes. "You're gett
