“Fine, now shut up because you’re damaging my eardrum. I’ll drive this time. No arguments.”
“Oh, no, missy, I’ll drive. I’ll pick you up tonight. Bye.” She hangs up on me.
I slump my head back against my pillow.
I show, shave my legs, brush my teeth, floss them then, apply some lotion, and dry my hair. I wear the dress Amy asked me about, and apply makeup just the way she told me to.
I check the time—it’s five minutes before her arrival. I check myself again in the mirror—I look presentable, and not too slutty. I rub my sweaty palms over my dress and take a deep breath.
I pick up my compact powder, red lipstick, my phone, and keys, then toss them into my purse that matches my shoes. I spray a little perfume, then get out of my room. A few minutes later, the doorbell rings. I hurry up
