I went back into the dressing room. The second dress never made it out of there. No way was I wearing it anywhere in polite society. I reached for dress three, which was a deep burgundy, and slipped it on. It actually looked pretty damn good in a-way-too-short kind of way. The thin straps showed off my shoulders, and at least my bum was covered this time. But I would have to remember not to reach up for anything, or all my secrets would be exposed.
I opened the curtain, and the saleswoman grinned while she held out a pair of slinky black sandals. I slipped them on and presented myself for Doc and Talia’s inspection.
Doc smacked her hands together. “That’s the one!”
“It’s perfect, Kyle,” Talia agreed.
“That it is,” Doc agreed. “Talia, you should buy the gold one. Those two dresses will knock ’em dead, if they aren’t already.”
Talia and I changed while the clerk rang up our purchases. Then we all climbed back into Talia’s Mustang.
“Now, on to the beauty shop,” Doc announced.
Oh, hell no! “You didn’t say anything about a beauty shop.”
Doc grinned. “Of course I didn’t. You wouldn’t have come.”
“I’m not going to any beauty shop.”
“Did I mention there’s an old-fashioned ice cream parlor across the street from it?”
“You have no shame, woman.”
Doc laughed. “And you need to sow some oats, Kyle.”
Talia said. “I agree, you need to have some fun.”
“I don’t need to sow any damn oats. What are you two, the supernatural version of Thelma and Louise?”
“Hardly,” Talia scoffed. “This car is a classic. No way would I drive it off a cliff.”