He found her in the living area, legs crossed yoga-style on the sofa…and doing something he never would have expected. She had a box at her side that contained a collection of gems, crystals, sequins, rhinestones, beads, lace, sash, and other appliques. And she was sowing and gluing some on her collection of jeans. Designer jeans. “Hey.” She only spared him the briefest glance, preoccupied with sporadically attaching tiny, silver skeleton heads to a pair of black jeans. Most of the other pairs that were folded on the sofa had already been ‘decorated.’ She’d even slashed at some with a razor, sown white flowery lace on the back pockets of others, and…“What happened to them?” One particular pair of blue jeans were now a whitish blue from mid-calf downwards. “Oh, I dipped them in bleach,” she said, her tone absent. “You dipped them in bleach? I buy designer clothes, and you—”
