Suicide Souls by Penni Jones

Author:Penni Jones [Jones, Penni]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pandamoon Publishing
Published: 2021-02-09T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Luke

I’m not sure what’s fashionable now so I go into what looks like a Dillard’s and ask for help from a girl with a name tag that reads “Sasha.” She looks about eighteen.

“How long have you been wearing that?” she asks.

“Ten years.”

“Well, that will not do! Let’s get you fixed up.” Sasha puts her hand on my arm and steers me toward the men’s department. Her warmth on my arm is a momentary thrill. “You’re about 6′2″, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Sasha takes her hand away and looks through a pile of jeans. “You died when men who weren’t from fashion-forward areas were still wearing baggy jeans.” She taps her finger to her temple and says, “With your height and slim build, I think you should go for a basic straight leg. You can totally get away with skinny jeans, but I have a feeling those aren’t your thing.”

“Are those the jeans that girls wore in the 80s?”

“Yes. But boys wear them now, too.”

I shake my head from side to side, relieved that I didn’t have to witness that trend. Hopefully it will be over when I get back.

“How do you know what’s going on in fashion?” I ask.

“There was this fashion editor here. I think it was like a month ago.” For a second it looks like Sasha is chewing gum, but I know that’s not possible. “She updated the entire store for me while she was waiting for her new body.”

She puts a pair of jeans in my hands. “Here.” We walk to a row of button-down shirts. “I think with your coloring you should go for a deep blue.” She holds up a shirt and says, “This color is called Blue Nile. It will make your eyes pop.”

“Okay,” I say. I haven’t worn a button-down shirt since Trevor’s funeral. But it wasn’t as nice as the one Sasha’s holding. It was an ugly cream-colored shirt that was handed down from one of my older cousins. I think it had been white at one time.

Wait. Why did I wear a button-down shirt before?

Shit. It’s happening again. Fucking memory purge.

Sasha points to a dressing room and says, “You can try it on in there.”

I walk through the curtain and the clothes are no longer in my hands. They’re on my body. I don’t know where my old stuff is. I turn and walk out.

“What do you think, Sasha? Do I look okay?”

She smiles proudly like I’m her creation. “You look fantastic!”

“Do you know where I can find a notebook?”

“Two stores down on the right. It’s different from what you’re used to, though,” she says.

“Everything is different than what I’m used to.” I look down, admiring my new duds. Blue Nile is a good color.

“True.” Sasha thrusts a small clipboard at me and says, “You owe five spaces.”

I sign the receipt and pat my jeans for the letter. It’s in my pocket again. Thank God or whoever for pockets.

“This isn’t right. I’m 223 now. I shouldn’t be any higher than 219.” I show it to Sasha.

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