Trio

89 dollars for a skirt? The Fashion Hut must be off of its rocker. The design is lovely; I’ll give them that, but the fabric is sub-par at best. They’ve used a rayon/silk blend when they could’ve used straight silk and it only would’ve been a few dollars more. Charging this much for this skirt is obscene. Still, it’s in my size, and it would go perfect with that maroon blouse I got last week from Dress Palace. I wonder if I should just come back in a few weeks; it’ll probably be on sale by then. On the other hand, they might be out of my size if I wait that long. I can’t spend 90 dollars on a skirt, Henry would kill me. Although I am meeting his mother tonight, and if this isn’t a special occasion, I don’t know what is. The cashier isn’t even paying attention, maybe I’ll just slip it in my purse and no one would even notice.

Lookit that girl stickin’ that skirt into her bag. Doesn’t she see that I’m standing ten feet away from her? I know it looks like I’m examining this lousy manicure Miss Rhonda gave me but I see what’s goin’ on in every corner of this store. Well go on then, honey, because today is my last day at The Fashion Hut and I don’t give a fuck. I put a dress in the back for myself when Loretta went to lunch. I say if she didn’t want me to steal, she shouldn’t have left me alone. She don’t even know it’s my last day, but what does she expect when she cuts my hours like that knowing I have a daughter at home? I guess she’ll find out tomorrow when I don’t show up to open the store. Besides, Dress Palace pays a dollar more an hour and you get a discount and not some fake ass 10 percent off either, like here. Billy the manager over there said I could start on Monday. Billy’s kinda cute now that I think about it. It’ll certainly be better than lookin’ at Loretta’s hagfish face every day.

Oh my God, is that woman stealing? I can’t see anything past that display, why do they have to put them in the middle of the aisle where you can’t walk? God, I don’t know why I shop here, Dress Palace has a much cleaner setup.. Look at that, she put that skirt right in her bag. If the cashier would stop paying attention to her nails, maybe she’s notice that a crime is going on right in front of her. I wonder if I should say something. I mean, I should say something, but what do you say in these types of situations? Stop thief? Henry would know what to do; he always knows what to do in these types of situations. But I can’t call him at the office now; he’s always so busy and rushes me off the phone. I’ll just wait until I see him tonight to meet his new girlfriend. His first serious girlfriend at 35, I just thank God he’s not a fagelah.