Still, one of the pink dresses reminded her exactly of that bike she’d manifested as a child, and then un-manifested in a matter of minutes. She turned from the display and focused on April. She remembered her job in the drama department, making costumes and set design. “You still work in theater?” Rowan asked.
She blushed. “You remember that, huh?”
“Of course. You had a couple good shows.”
April nodded. She was looking through a stack of tags, no doubt finding whatever Rowan’s mother had dropped off for her. The thought of what it could be made her stomach flip. This store was filled with fancy attire. Suits upon suits. Buttons all going down the wrong side.
“You still an amazing French tutor?” April asked, referencing another hobby from their shared past. “Last I heard from your mom,
