Prose & Poison by Jemma Bard

Author:Jemma Bard [Bard, Jemma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Normally I hated clutter. But as I woke up the next morning to see moving boxes upon moving boxes filled with the contents of my old life in D.C. haphazardly scattered around the apartment, I’d never been so happy for it.

As Mom promised, she’d had a moving company pack and deliver all of my possessions that fit compactly into exactly seven moving boxes. Living in a tiny studio apartment forces one to purge unnecessary belongings bi-monthly.

Romeo jumped from my bed and traipsed through a foot-wide path leading to her water dish. I shuffled a few more boxes around to create a slightly larger path to my morning beverage of choice — coffee. I made a fresh cup, splashed in some creamer and a touch of vanilla syrup, and sipped on happiness in a mug.

“Let’s do this!” I said excitedly, sliding a butter knife through the packing tape of the first one. “Womp, womp,” I said with disappointment. From this first box, I pulled out four black blouses that without scrutinizing too closely looked exactly the same — one with scalloped sleeves, one that buttoned half way, one that buttoned its entire length, and another sans collar. Underneath the funeral-appropriate clothing sat two gray cardigans, a navy sweater, and a cream-colored wrap.

The next box held pants and skirts — all professional, all neutral in color, and all a little too long for my petite frame. Crammed in the next box were non-form-fitting pantsuits, and the final box of clothing contained my go-to casual wear — yoga pants, jeans, hoodies, and solid color sweaters. Over the past fifteen years, I’d acquired the world’s largest collection of boring wardrobe with a capital B O R I N and G. Working tirelessly, six days a week could do that to a person.

I sat on the floor, blasé clothing strewn around me and sighed. Other than the clothes I brought with me and one box filled with casual wear, I had the wardrobe a monk would be proud to own.

My collection of shoes was in the fifth box. I opened it and thanked my lucky stars I’d been wise enough to purchase platformed and heeled shoes in a variety of colors and styles.

I grabbed my phone and dialed my best friend.

“Wardrobe emergency, Pipe,” I said, my eyes darting from one pile of blah attire to the next. “If one wanted to spruce up one’s wardrobe, where would one shop nowadays in Willow Creek?” I asked in a lofty tone.

Piper giggled a high-pitched laugh on the other end of the line. “I thought you’d never ask,” she snarked. “Have you checked out Here’s Looking at You?”

“Yup. Too old-lady-ish,” I admitted, even though I would have totally worn that black funeral dress to the Library of Congress if I still had a job.

“Oh!” she squealed. “There’s a great little boutique called Castle & Crown that opened a few months ago on Chestnut. A little pricey, but they have the cutest stuff.”

I smiled, satisfied with her suggestion. “Perfect,” I spoke.

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