Close Quarters
Collette stifled a sigh as she and her girlfriend Lynelle, their arms full of clothes, approached the shop’s changing rooms, only to encounter a queue that seemed to drag on interminably.
Sensing her impatience, Lynelle nudged her playfully. “Hey you, cheer up. Hopefully we won’t have to wait too long. And, if you like all of this lot and it fits, this will be the only shopping trip you’ll need to make this year.”
Collette brightened considerably at the thought. A single shopping trip, in her opinion, was one too many, but it was either bite the bullet and get on with it, or walk around in increasingly faded and threadbare clothes until she was arrested for indecent exposure—however unintentional.
The jeans had been the last straw. She’d been putting off buying new cloth
