Andie eyed her suspiciously, worried about what she’d asked next—she hadn’t counted on widening their playground to Tyler’s Thrift Shop, or anywhere else. And yet, in the public place, her s****l energies were taking off—as if she were in the barn in the midst of one of her daring scenes. As soon as she was around the end of the rack and standing beside her mistress, Andie watched in awe as Zooey suddenly, deliberately, upended her purse, spilling its entire contents onto the floor.
“Ah, shucks, Andie,” she exclaimed, remorsefully “will you look at that?” The pair stared down at the mess, lipsticks rolling away on the slick linoleum, dimes and quarters in quick pursuit. “You’d better get my stuff, huh?” Zooey’s devious smirk chilled her, as if someone had just run an ice-cube up her back
