“Dahlia,” Temmy says carefully. “Do you think a fourteen-year-old should be wearing browns and grays all the time?”
I hold the two-piece up against myself and look in the mirror.
“Nope,” Temmy says.
“Nope,” Hadassah says.
“Nope,” my two-year-old niece, Fraidy, chimes in.
We crack up, because she’s just yum and then I pout. “What is wrong with this one? You guys said no to every other outfit I own. This one Mommy actually bought at a really cool store.” We all look at the two-piece brown outfit. The shirt is ribbed, the skirt A-line. It’s cute!
Temmy chews her lip, Hadassah looks at the ceiling. Finally, they sit down on the bed in Temmy’s guest room and look at me.
I look back at them, somehow feeling like I’m in the principal’s office and a library all at once.
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