CHAPTER 7
“HOW ABOUT THIS one?” I held up a shiny pink top decorated with pineapples.
“Perfect,” Ishmael said. “You need to make sure the skirt clashes, though. I love how you’re getting into the spirit of things.”
“What do you think?” I fished an orange mini with giant white spots off one of the seemingly endless racks in front of me. This was utterly ridiculous but somehow quite fun.
Ishmael gave me a thumbs up. “That absolutely doesn’t match. Well done! But don’t forget we’re going walking this morning. Sportswear’s in a closet in the next room.”
Ah yes, the power walking. How could I possibly forget?
Half an hour later, Ishmael and I were in the car riding to the office. He’d gone for a blue velour tracksuit covered in glitter while I’d found yoga pants with a cat pattern and a m
