questioned Nance as she shot down the fourth dress in less than five minutes. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Tisha had a) invited her for this little impromptu high-school-like gathering or b) gave a rat’s ass about the other woman’s opinion. Nance being Nance didn’t let either of those reasons stop her from sharing her unwanted opinion. “I think you should pick something else.” Exasperated and tired of the pathetic selection of clothes hanging in her closet, Tisha pulled the emerald, off-the-shoulder tunic dresses from the hanger, intent on wearing it whether her self-appointed fashion critique liked it or not. Jonah was supposed to be at her house in less than twenty minutes and she still needed to do her hair and makeup. “Are you even listening to me?” It was hard not to. “No, but that’s never stopped you from talking before.” “And it’s not going to stop me now.” Nance stuck her tongue out as she plumped up one of Tisha’s pillows then tucked it behind her back, propping her up on the bed.
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