As we wander around the men’s department of a store that smells like a cologne factory jizzed all over it, she hooks her arm through mine. Together, we pick out a couple pairs of jeans, two tee shirts, a button-up in case Julie insists on one of her big sit-down dinners, and two packages of boxer briefs because, “you can re-wear jeans, but you don’t want to get in a wearing-dirty-boxers-inside-out situation.” “My parents do own a washing machine,” I say, even as I let Cat tuck a third package of underwear beneath her arm. “We don’t want to waste time doing laundry,” she says, leading the way toward the checkout counter. “We’ll be too busy day-drinking. I haven’t had a solid, midafternoon wine buzz in way too long, and I love wine tasting. It combines three of my favorite things—day-drinking, nature, and shopping for weird crafts made out of used corks.” “We’re supposed to be laying low. We’ll have to keep the wine tasting confined to the private tasting room at my parents’ place.”
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