Poseur #4: All That Glitters Is Not Gucci - Plot & Excerpts
Amelia Hernandez, Janie’s very best friend since childhood, appeared at the top of an elegant flight of polished white marble stairs that led to Ted Pelligan’s second floor, and held up an acid blue t-shirt. The word TRASH pranced across the distressed fabric in bold black caps. “Guess how much?” “I don’t know….” Janie craned around a clearish pink fiberglass palm tree and squinted. Bowler hats clustered above her head like coconuts. French pop pulsed. “Fifty?” “Three hundred and forty-nine,” Amelia informed her, frowning her disapproval at the shirt. She resembled a ventriloquist addressing her badly behaved dummy. “I mean, is this a joke?” “Nah,” Janie tried on a yellow Katie Mawson porcupine hat and tilted her head, regarding herself in a silver-framed full-length mirror. “The JOKE shirt costs twice as much.” Catching her friend’s sickened glance, she pushed out a laugh—but her heart wasn’t in it.
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