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-MX fd.
-What the hell is that?
-What u R!
-The fuck! Can you use actual words?I type with irritation, hitting each letter extra hard.Who the hell is she hanging out with that she’s been abbreviating everything. There are times that I can hardly understand what she’s trying to say.
-I said I’d like to go out this evening because Kevin is coming home early. I’ve been at doctor’s appointments with the kids all day. Everyone’s damned checkups. I need a break. Can you ask Katie to watch Mia? Would you like to eat Mexican Food, you know, how you are Mexican? That is what sounds really good to me.
Rolling my eyes at her over clarification, I text, -I will ck with KT. MX sounds good.Then I add a winking emoji.-Where to?
-La Casa?she asks with a little wink face.
La Casa. Wow, she must really need a break.
“Hey,” she answers when I dial her. Sometimes texting takes too long.
“I don’t have anything nice enough to wear to La Casa. You want to go somewhere else? Burger King, maybe?” I cross my fingers.
“Uh, no. I’ve been craving Mexican. And… I sort of bought myself a little something nice today.”
“Didn’t you say you went to the doctor?” I question her.
“Yeah. All three kids had appointments back to back.”
“So when did you go shopping?”
“Right after.”
My eyes widen. “With all three?”
“Yeah, why?”
I shake my head in disbelief. She is my can-do-it-all-with-three-kids-in-tow goddess. “No, I mean, I take Mia shopping every chance I get.” Not! “Anyway, did you buy me a little something nice, too?”
“No. Come on, Cris. I never go anywhere. Just say yes, pleeeaaasse! You can borrow something of mine.”
“Okay, okay. But I’m going to have to take you up on that offer. The nicest thing I have to wear are work clothes.”
“Well then come and pick something.”
After texting Katie and getting a fast reply to accept, which is why I love the girl, Mia and I head over to Jess’ house. We walk hand in hand, and she looks so dang cute with her little purse crossed over her chest, full of little toys she refuses to leave behind.
The first thing she does when we get there is race up to the playroom with the kids. This is my favorite age I think. Sometime in the last month or two she’s grown up so much, able to say her ‘r’s now and even plays on her own a little. So much more independent.
“So, what do you have in here?” Jess and I are in her huge walk-in closet as I riffle through all her clothes.
“Pick anything you want, except for this little baby.” She pulls out a strappy mini dress that I think would probably fit someone of my stature better, but with her long legs I’m sure she will get a lot more attention.
“Jess, you’re like six feet tall, none of these dresses are going to fit me. Long, too long, way too long.” One by one I check them off the list of possibilities. “Maybe I can wear one of your shirts as a dress,” I grumble as I continue to browse through her clothes.
Nope, nope, no… Then my hand stops when it comes across a familiar red hue, and so does my heart.
“You like-y that one? That color would look verycalienteon you. And that’s what I want, hotness. We need to dress to kill!”
The last time I wore a red like this… I take my hand off the material as the memory of another dress tries to surface, but I suppress it as fast as I can. “I don’t know. It may be too provocative on me.”
She frowns. “Psh, don’t be ridiculous.” She pushes me aside and pulls it out by the hanger, then puts it to my neck.
Though the halter-top dress is gorgeous, and probably too fancy even for La Casa, it’s too long and much too revealing, with the back fully exposed and only a pearl and diamond chain to hold it together. It would definitely be an attention getter; of that I have no doubt. The question is, how much attention do I want?
“I don’t know.”
“Cris, you have to wear this. There is no other option.” With her eyes wide as they are, I feel that there really is no other option.
“It is sexy. Killer, even.” Nodding my head once, I agree to wear the thing, telling myself that red is just a color. It has no great significance, and it certainly doesn’t mean every time I wear it I’ll end up with a certain sexy, tall man between my legs.
