They went to Pike Street Market and added themselves to the throng of Saturday afternoon shoppers. Instead of breakfast, they went to Iver’s Restaurant and had fried clams and fish and chips. Anne tried Hilton’s fried clams and insinuated that they were batter-dipped rubber bands. Then they went shopping. “What do you mean you don’t understand how to buy clothes?” Anne asked. They were standing in front of the Body Boutique, the sex toy store where the infamous purple dildo had no doubt been purchased. Anne insisted it had been purchased at a gag shop. Hilton was showing her otherwise. “I just don’t get it. I wear this stuff”—Hilton pointed to her camo-wear— “because I know it matches. I don’t have to make any decisions.” “Like those little matching outfits they make for toddlers,” Anne said brightly. 65 All content of this eBook is copyrighted. Hilton glared at her. “I meant that in a nice way.” “So I’m textile-challenged. Do you want to go in and take a look around?”
