chapter 1
fiction
HUFFINGTON
09.23.12
“As a matter of fact, I am. Why do you ask?”
“And do you have a boyfriend?” Janet took in the bare
left ring finger. Then she refixed her eyes on that red ribbon. The more she looked at it, the more it did seem to be
glued to the woman’s neck, and the red of the ribbon was
the perfect shade to bring out the red in her lips and the
brown of her eyes. It was the kind of glorious and simple
fashion move you could stare at for hours in admiration.
The saleslady laughed, uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, are
you looking for clothes, ma’am? These are fairly personal
questions. There’s a sale on pencil skirts on the right.”
“But do you?”
“Why?”
“I’ll look for clothes in a second,” said Janet. “I need a
cream turtleneck. Ribbe