Chapter 20
I was all but ready to start pacing like a caged beast as I waited for Alamo to pull up outside. I was ready, and I’d never succeeded at patience. I examined my outfit again, fussing and reconsidering for what felt like the eighteenth time. I’d found a shirt that was layers. Underneath was a soft black camisole. On top of that was a deep crisscross V neck in a sheer fabric that felt like I’d imagine clouds must, soft and almost intangible. I’d gone with mauve for that layer, and then I’d embroidered button tabs that gathered and pinched the fabric up slightly at mid-biceps. I’d made it myself, like most of my favorites. The unexpected benefit of being poor was that I’d had to find a way to create clothes with less. I repurposed things, shopped the bargain bins at the fabric sto
