The shoes we initially tried are Cinder's, but although we are the same height, her feet are smaller than mine. When I tried on the sandals she offered, it was somewhat embarrassing by how little they were. So we had no other choice but to go with Oliver's grimy old white tennis shoes that no longer fit him since he wore them when he was younger. Even though it's a men's size nine, it's still a fair amount bigger on my foot; I had to double the pair of fuzzy socks she gave me to keep my foot from rocking in them.
The concrete floor in the store we're in doesn't seem to hide the loud thumping that the large shoes cause as I carelessly slam them on the ground like a toddler walking in their parent's shoes.
"Does it sound as bad as I think it does?" I ask Cinder, looking at my feet self ca
