through the door.
“Feeling better? We went shopping.
I needed a new swimsuit in the worst way.”
Mom put an armful of bags
on the counter, ignoring
my crumbs.
I got you one too. Your old one
is pretty ratty.
Leigh reached into
a Macy’s bag, extracted
it for approval.
“Cute, huh? She wanted to get you a tank. I
insisted on a bikini. You do still like pink?”
Mom looked at the hot pink
crochet, as if for the first time,
shook her head and clucked,
Better try it on. Can’t show too much
skin at Scott’s company picnic.
Leigh glanced down
at my T-shirt hem,
barely covering our
sisterly secret.
“Nope, wouldn’t do. Wouldn’t
do at all.”
All Thoughts of Bad Habits
I Went to Try On the Swimsuit
Few things are quite as
humblin
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as cinching yourself up