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“You’ve met her. You’ve seen how she dresses. Do you think she spent much time thinking about women’s fashion?”
“On, you? Yes, frankly, I think she has.”
“Well, as it happens, she did give me that top." That anger in her voice brought them both up short.
"But I picked it out. And I wrapped it and put it under the tree. And truth be told, I probably paid for it, given her use of the shared credit card.”
She took a deep breath. The anger she failed to keep banked did not have a place in the words she wanted to say.
When she began again, her voice was softer yet firm.
“But I did not put it on yesterday morning because it reminded me of her.”
“Well, given your response, it’s a little hard to tell.”
A deep breath. She continued.
“I put it on because it’s warm. And it’s soft. And…”
She hesitated because even now she felt silly admitting to some things.
“Because the last time I wore it you said it brought out the smile in my eyes. And when you fished it out from under the bed, you made a big deal about how you were living with and I quote, a lovely girl who knew nothing about taking care of herself, before you threw all of our clothes into one big bag. I put it on because it felt like home.”