Darrin- two weeks before coming of age
“Char,” he whined outside the dressing room. She dragged him all over the mall for the past four hours searching for not one but two formal dresses. One for winter homecoming. The other for his coming of age.
Both, she was convinced, needed to be color coordinated with what he was wearing.
“How many dresses do you have left, my love?”
“Umm,” her voice called out over the dressing room door. “I have about seven left in here. Why? Do you have to be somewhere?”
If it got him out of sitting around while she shopped all day, he’d volunteer at a vampire blood drive. “Nope, just wondering.” He checked his watch. She had been in the dressing room for ten minutes and not come out to show him a single dress.
If anything, he loved seeing
