Colette’s Education: Fitting Room Surrender
She grabs my arm. Sharp nails dig in. We weave through the racks. Women's eyes…
She grabs my arm. Sharp nails dig in. We weave through the racks. Women's eyes…
June heat sticks to my skin. Charlotte's dusting, bent over the dresser. Her uniform skirt…
The garden path crunches under our sneakers. Sun beats down hot. Martine yanks the reins…