Chapter 23

I’ve never been much of a girl about shopping.  Before Daddy died I went to the mall sometimes with my friends, though usually more to hang out than to buy stuff.  After that I did most of my shopping at second-hand or specialty stores.

It’s kind of weird then to go clothes shopping with Melanie.  She’s like a little kid in a toy store, running from rack to rack, picking things up to put against her body.  “Don’t you think this would look so cute on me?” she asks about one thing after another.

“Yeah, totally,” I say.  She checks the price tag and then puts it back.

“It sucks being poor.  I mean, if I had money like Tonya I’d pretty much live here.”

“Too bad for the American e...

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