“No!” Kitty starts to pout and I amend: “Maybe next time.”
“Fine. Show me two options and I’ll tell you which is the better one.”
I dart upstairs to my room and start going through my closet. This will be our actual first date, I
want to wow him a bit. Unfortunately, Peter’s already seen me in my good outfits, so the only thing to
do is go for Margot’s closet. She has a cream sweater dress she brought back from Scotland that I can
put with tights and my little brown boots. There’s also her periwinkle Fair Isle sweater I’ve been
admiring; I can wear it with my yellow skirt and a yellow ribbon in my hair, which I’ll curl, because
Peter once told me he liked it curled.
“Kitty!” I scream. “Come up and look at my two options!”
“On the commercial break!” she screams back.
In the meantime I text Margot:
Can I borrow your fair isle sweater or your cream sweater dress??
Oui.Kitty votes for the Fair Isle sweater, saying I look like I’m wearing an ice-skating outfit, which I
like the sound of. “You can wear it if we go ice skating,” she says. “You, me, and Peter.”
I laugh. “All right.”