Coming Home by Lois Cloarec Hart

Author:Lois Cloarec Hart [Hart, Lois Cloarec]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Fiction, Gay & Lesbian, Lesbian, Family & Relationships, (v5.0)
ISBN: 9783955330644
Amazon: 0975436643
Publisher: P.D. Publishing
Published: 2000-12-31T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

TERRY SURREPTITIOUSLY DUG her toe into the plush carpet, groaning inwardly as her mother and Jan waxed ecstatic over yet another dress. Five stores! They've hit five stores and still haven't found the perfect dress!

She'd been so optimistic when her Mom had found an outfit in the first store they'd gone into. She'd even had to admit that her mother looked very smart in the tailored coral suit with the cream silk blouse. She'd understood when they immediately had to go to a shoe store to find cream coloured pumps to complement the outfit, and darned if she hadn't chipped in with a suggestion that Grandma's pearls would match the pearl suit buttons perfectly.

Despite the fact that her mother was still recovering from the shock of having her tomboy daughter offer a fashion suggestion, Terry was proud of being a good sport and contributing to their girls' afternoon out. But that was four stores and three hours ago, and Terry's tolerance was wearing very thin. She couldn't even make a gracious exit since her mother had refused to ride in the Tin Can and insisted that they all ride together in her car instead.

Sighing heavily, Terry studied the weave of the carpet. Not only had she condemned herself to this hell, she hadn't even found something to wear yet, not that she'd looked very hard. By the third store, she'd decided to send her personal fashion consultant out with her credit card and orders to bring back something decent for the wedding.

She trusted Michael to dress her. Even from the depths of her 'shopping-trip-from-hell' gloom she had to smile to herself as she remembered that morning.

Terry hung up the phone, and then glanced down at her well-worn jeans and indigo shirt. Biting her lip lightly, she decided that she was somewhat underdressed for what her mother was planning for their afternoon out. Blowing out an exasperated breath, she wondered if it was worth all this trouble to do something she hated in the first place. Still, she did need something for the wedding and spending time with Jan more than balanced the aggravations of shopping.

Opening her closet doors, she stood surveying the jumble of clothes, then spun on her heel and stomped over to her bedroom door. Flinging it wide, she hollered, "Michael! Help!!"

By the time her friend dashed into the room, panting from his headlong run up two flights of stairs, she was throwing discards over her shoulder in a growing pile of clothes.

"What!? What's the emergency?" Michael managed to gasp out, looking intently about the room as he wielded a large spoon in his hand.

Turning, Terry burst out laughing. "Put that down before you hurt yourself," she managed to get out. "I just needed help on what to wear today."

Michael straightened, still sucking in deep lungfuls of air. "You made me run up all those stairs for fashion advice? Do you realize I could have expired on the second landing from the stress?"

"Sorry, Michael," Terry said cheerfully, trying to soothe her frazzled friend.

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