CHAPTER SEVEN
"Let me see them!" Wendell said as he peeked around the cosmetics counter toward Marsha's feet.
"Oh, I think you've seen these before. They're just the studded, pink flat pumps." Marsha said to him.
"Oh, yes. Well, they're okay. But, you still haven't shown me those black satin t-straps." Wendell said to her.
"Soon, soon. They're just not my most comfortable shoes." Marsha said to him.
"We must suffer for beauty, and fashion." Wendell said to her, shaking his finger.
"Well, at least I don't have to get rid of too much hair." Marsha said.
"Yes. These poor ladies that I'm studying for my thesis, they have to do so much to keep up their feminine looks." Wendell said to her.
"How is your thesis coming?" Marsha asked Wendell, curiously.
"Oh, just fine. But, I wanted to as
