“So, we just…” Owen twisted his mouth and stared at Sebastian from the corner of his eye. “Like, shove stuff in?”
“As much as you can fit in, you get for five bucks. You can try them on if you don’t mind slipping them over top of what you’re wearing. The cash all goes to charity, and we get cheap clothes. Kind of a win-win, see?”
Owen held up a pink satin blouse, complete with pearl buttons the size of quarters and a massive bow. “Can you actually find anything good here?”
“Dig.” Owen watched Sebastian for the first ten minutes, trailing behind like a misplaced puppy, afraid to touch anything for fear of unnameable cooties. Until he saw the worn Levi’s T-shirt that looked distressed enough that a vintage shop would have charged him eighty bucks for it. And then the pair of jeans that we
