Of course, my “new life” didn’t include bleeding Jake Wilcox dry by shopping at Neiman Marcus — I wasn’t quite that detached from my former existence. No, I went to Macy’s, which still felt way above my pay grade, and found two pairs of jeans on sale for fairly reasonable prices and a couple of tops. I was wearing my favorite pair of flats, so I didn’t see the need for new shoes. However, while Jake waited off by the escalator, I also added a bra and a few pairs of underpants to the pile, figuring it was probably smart to get a couple of extra things, since I had no idea what would await me when I got to Flagstaff.
He’d given me cash to pay for my purchases, so at least I didn’t have to suffer the humiliation of having him stand there at the register and see what I was buying. Once everyt
