Alice
I haven’t been on a date since I went to the movies with Ike Marlow in junior high. Yes, I’m that pathetic. Boys weren’t interested in a girl like me. I pawed through my drawers looking for something nice enough to wear out. I spied George’s t-shirt in my underwear drawer and pressed it to my nose.
I was obsessed with that smell. I hadn’t washed the shirt, and I was secretly planning to keep it as a kind of memento of this whole strange saga – which I was sure would be short lived. I had dressed in the only matching bra-and-panty set I owned. I dared not ask myself WHY I felt the need to wear nice underwear... was I planning on getting naked? Nope, don’t think about it, Alice. I didn’t know exactly what kind of date they had in mind, but I really only had two choices...
