I didn't hear from Ash the following day, nor did any dresses arrive for me. I imagined him shopping alone on Riverside Drive, conversing with flirtatious assistants and trying to describe my body shape to them. Then again, he probably got his P.A. to shop for him.
I admit that I moped. Time dragged. The weekend seemed forever away. I wondered if I'd made a mistake and should have encouraged Ash. Would it really have been such a bad idea? Just because it had always proven to be so in the past didn't mean it would be so in the future.
Every time I began to think like that, Dad would come home drunk, or worse—desperate for money. He would rant about how unfair life had been to him, how a guy could never get a break no matter how hard he tried. Sometimes he was just sullen and uncommunicati
