“How do I look?” Ash demands, modeling an ill-fitting Air Heaven uniform. The open trunk in the spare room of the Dodd cottage is being rifled through by Mouser and Peach, while Bessie yanks on the other outfit. Together, the girls stare into the freestanding, wicker mirror. Ash’s sleeves are miles too short. Bessie’s skirt is way too long.
“Let’s switch. Give me that, Mouser,” Bessie says, snatching a perky blue cap from the dog.
“Yeah, sure, okay,” Ash agrees. She yanks off her blazer. Ten minutes later, they stare at themselves again, this time looking much more presentable.
“Wish I was taller,” Bessie whines a little.
“Wish I had boobs,” Ash one-ups her, tugging at her uniform, trying to get the material to perk out.
“We better scoot before Fizz gets back from the mall,” Bessie ad
