Every time Dana found a skirt or blazer she liked, Harlee threw another one on the bed just to confuse her. “You can have them all if you want,” Harlee said. “Don’t worry about offending me if there’s stuff you don’t like. I don’t know why I bought some of these pieces in the first place. I used to have a shopping problem. If I saw something I wanted, I had to get it in every color. Thank goodness Colin built this house with big closets. But I need to get rid of a lot of these clothes before they overtake the house.” At the barbecue Harlee had once again insisted that Dana come over to her house to look through her clothes. It would’ve been insulting to turn her down, and Dana had always wanted a friend to play dress up with. Harlee went into the hallway and wheeled another rolling rack into the bedroom. “I have so much that I’m forced to keep clothes in the garage.” She pulled a red shift dress from the stand. “This color goes good with your hair and skin tone.
