loud as she passed through the alley and back to her car. She was so in love with Aaron. The years she wasted with Jack irritated her to no end. She and Aaron could have been married already with a few kids underfoot. That will happen soon enough . The thought made her smile.
The familiar song blared from her cell phone as she drove through town. She did a little dance in her car, then picked up. “What’s going on, babe?” she asked.
“Hi, Mia, do you want to go shopping after Vic and Tina get off work?”
“Sorry, no can do. I’ve already promised Aaron some hotsie-totsie tonight. What’s the occasion?”
“Vic has plans for my new look. It should be fun. That’s okay, I’ll call Karen. Oh, come by this week and see what else I did with the balcony. You’re gonna love it.”
“I bet I will. I ran into Josh Redmond today. He’s foaming at the mouth for you. He actually did a drive by and saw a short haired blonde outside so he didn’t stop. Don’t be surprised if he shows up on your door step. I was screwing with him, and didn’t tell him it was you.”
“You’re evil, Mia,” Sasha said. “Josh isn’t that bad, but if he wants to get to know me better, he can pursue me in a gentlemanly fashion, right, sister?”
“Absolutely. Have fun shopping. I’ll stop over tomorrow and you can model your new stuff for me.”
“Cool. Okay, I’m gonna call Karen. Out.”
“Out.”
Chapter Eight
Vic honked in front of the Victorian and waited in the car with Tina. She wasn’t about to park and scrape off what was left of her rims.
“It will take her ten minutes to get down those friggin stairs,” Vic joked. “We should check out Filly’s and Brenna’s Boutique. What do you think?”
“That’s a great start. Poor Sasha hardly has a thing to wear. Right! She has more modelish types of clothes than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
“Is that even a word, Tina? Anyway, that’s the problem. Her modeling career is behind her. She can just give us those old rags to wear now that she’s getting new duds to match her hippy, hipster look.”
Tina laughed as she watched the front door. “Yeah, those old rags probably cost a grand for each outfit. Here she comes.”
Sasha bounced out of the house like the energizer bunny and ran down the sidewalk, across the lawn and into the backseat of the car. “Damn it, I wanted shotgun.”
“I’m already in the car, Sasha,” Tina groaned.
“Okay, but I get shotgun when we go home… just saying.”
Karen met up with them downtown. Everything they needed to start Sasha’s new wardrobe was at Brenna’s Boutique. The tiny store was crammed tight with modern hippy and bohemian types of clothing and accessories. The owner, Brenna, and a twenty something young lady ran the cute boutique. Brenna was a cross between Goth and boho with a little biker chic thrown in for good measure. She wore sleeve tats, making her a messed up mix of styles. Whatever she had going on worked flawlessly for her and had a cool, edgy look.
“Sasha,” Vic whispered with excitement, “do you like Brenna’s style? It would be perfect for you.”
“I’m afraid to look like that. It takes a lot of work to get to where she is. I don’t want tats, they would hurt too much, and I totally don’t want a lip ring. Gross! Everything else looks kind of fun. Yeah, okay… if we’re just talking about clothes, I like it. With some wine, I may be brave enough to get a nose piercing. An itty bitty diamond would sparkle nicely, right?”
“Now you’ve got the picture, babe.” Vic became a flurry of waving arms as she tossed outfits into the dressing room for Sasha. “What size shoe do you wear, hon?”
“I wear a seven.” Sasha loved the attention, and giggled at all the people hovering around her. It reminded her of her modeling days.
“Start trying stuff on, this is going to take a while. Everything you put on has to go through my radar detector, got it?”
“I got it, Vic, thank
The familiar song blared from her cell phone as she drove through town. She did a little dance in her car, then picked up. “What’s going on, babe?” she asked.
“Hi, Mia, do you want to go shopping after Vic and Tina get off work?”
“Sorry, no can do. I’ve already promised Aaron some hotsie-totsie tonight. What’s the occasion?”
“Vic has plans for my new look. It should be fun. That’s okay, I’ll call Karen. Oh, come by this week and see what else I did with the balcony. You’re gonna love it.”
“I bet I will. I ran into Josh Redmond today. He’s foaming at the mouth for you. He actually did a drive by and saw a short haired blonde outside so he didn’t stop. Don’t be surprised if he shows up on your door step. I was screwing with him, and didn’t tell him it was you.”
“You’re evil, Mia,” Sasha said. “Josh isn’t that bad, but if he wants to get to know me better, he can pursue me in a gentlemanly fashion, right, sister?”
“Absolutely. Have fun shopping. I’ll stop over tomorrow and you can model your new stuff for me.”
“Cool. Okay, I’m gonna call Karen. Out.”
“Out.”
Chapter Eight
Vic honked in front of the Victorian and waited in the car with Tina. She wasn’t about to park and scrape off what was left of her rims.
“It will take her ten minutes to get down those friggin stairs,” Vic joked. “We should check out Filly’s and Brenna’s Boutique. What do you think?”
“That’s a great start. Poor Sasha hardly has a thing to wear. Right! She has more modelish types of clothes than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
“Is that even a word, Tina? Anyway, that’s the problem. Her modeling career is behind her. She can just give us those old rags to wear now that she’s getting new duds to match her hippy, hipster look.”
Tina laughed as she watched the front door. “Yeah, those old rags probably cost a grand for each outfit. Here she comes.”
Sasha bounced out of the house like the energizer bunny and ran down the sidewalk, across the lawn and into the backseat of the car. “Damn it, I wanted shotgun.”
“I’m already in the car, Sasha,” Tina groaned.
“Okay, but I get shotgun when we go home… just saying.”
Karen met up with them downtown. Everything they needed to start Sasha’s new wardrobe was at Brenna’s Boutique. The tiny store was crammed tight with modern hippy and bohemian types of clothing and accessories. The owner, Brenna, and a twenty something young lady ran the cute boutique. Brenna was a cross between Goth and boho with a little biker chic thrown in for good measure. She wore sleeve tats, making her a messed up mix of styles. Whatever she had going on worked flawlessly for her and had a cool, edgy look.
“Sasha,” Vic whispered with excitement, “do you like Brenna’s style? It would be perfect for you.”
“I’m afraid to look like that. It takes a lot of work to get to where she is. I don’t want tats, they would hurt too much, and I totally don’t want a lip ring. Gross! Everything else looks kind of fun. Yeah, okay… if we’re just talking about clothes, I like it. With some wine, I may be brave enough to get a nose piercing. An itty bitty diamond would sparkle nicely, right?”
“Now you’ve got the picture, babe.” Vic became a flurry of waving arms as she tossed outfits into the dressing room for Sasha. “What size shoe do you wear, hon?”
“I wear a seven.” Sasha loved the attention, and giggled at all the people hovering around her. It reminded her of her modeling days.
“Start trying stuff on, this is going to take a while. Everything you put on has to go through my radar detector, got it?”
“I got it, Vic, thank
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