“Are you almost done in there?” She banged on the bathroom door. Griffin’s voice was muffled. “What?” He’d been in the shower for over ten minutes. She glanced at her watch. The reunion happy hour started at six o’clock. She had less than thirty minutes to shower, shave, do her hair, and put on make-up. She’d never make it. She pounded on the door again. “It would be great if you could hurry it up a little.” The water shut off and she heard the shower curtain slide. She smiled in satisfaction. He’d listened. She rummaged around in one of the drawers on her side of the dresser and pulled out new panties and a matching bra. The drawers and her half of the miniscule closet were full of new clothes. Partly because of her weight gain but partly because, when she’d bitten the bullet and hit the send button to confirm the cruise, she knew she’d need new things.
