7
HOLLIN
“Look at you,” Nora said when she entered the living room of our childhood home. “You almost look like an adult.”
“Almost?”
“You’d be a full adult in a tie,” she teased.
I ruffled her blonde bob, and she hopped away from me in her unbelievably high heels.
“Hey!”
“I put on a whole suit, and you’re upset over a tie?”
“Just saying,” she said with a grin. “Tell him, August.”
August, dressed in a black suit with a tie that complemented Nora’s teal dress, held his hands up. “Keep me out of this. I just do what she says.”
“See, he’s the smart one,” Nora said.
“Luckily, I’m not tied down to someone who requires a tie.”
It was a rare enough occasion for me to even be wearing a suit. A tie was next level. I’d do it for important nights, but I preferred to wear jeans and T-shirts
