Chapter Twelve
Is everyone parading around in thigh-high boots and short skirts an automaton just following orders passed down by high fashion? Maybe most are, but some have led an exhaustive search through the mall and have determined that wearing these clothes makes them feel good, look good, and be absolutely themselves.
–Dr. Abigail Rosen, The F Word: Femininity in the New Century
Ever since that kiss with Mitch, Carol had been happy in a way she refused to examine—for fear of it either evaporating under scrutiny or revealing its truth, which was surely murky and complicated. The kiss hadn’t been either one-sided or reciprocal but somewhere in the middle; only Mitch could calculate exactly where.
Regardless, that lip lock had enabled her to float through Christmas and the following
