“Siobhan! What are you doing here?” Leslie is surprised to see her best friend at Funk ‘N Junk because she isn’t scheduled.
“I switched with Muriel,” Siobhan says briskly. “I wanted to work with you your first shift back.” Leslie snorts because Siobhan makes it sound as if Leslie has been wounded in battle or something equally ridiculous. Siobhan stares at Leslie and then plucks a silver lame scarf from a shelf and hands it to Leslie. “Put this on.” Leslie accepts the scarf and drapes it around her waist. She is still wearing the red sweater she had put on this morning, but she had changed from her jeans into black velour pants. She has on ankle-high boots with two-inch heels. She is not a clotheshorse, but she accepts that she has to be an advertisement for the store. To that end, she plucks a silver bangle from a counter display and slides it up her left arm.
“Nice touch,” Siobhan says approvingly. “Have you called your therapist yet?”
“No.” Leslie doesn’t think it’s necessary now that she has a mission—finding John’s killer. She knows Siobhan will not like that, however, so she keeps it to herself.
“Do it. You need him.” Siobhan pauses before adding, “You put on lipstick. Good girl.” Leslie stifles the impulse to give Siobhan the finger because three customers choose that precise moment to walk through the door. Besides, she and Siobhan have had this argument countless times, and she is unwilling to rehash it yet again. She casts an envious glance at Siobhan. Siobhan is wearing a tight navy blue sweater that dips enough to display her impressive bosom. She has on a white flare skirt that has an uneven hem. Her five-inch blue platforms make Leslie’s feet ache just by looking at them. Siobhan has her mane of red curls arranged in a messy bun at the nape of her neck, and she is wearing a white cloche hat that is both whimsical and fun. All the clothing is from the store, as is the butterfly barrette festooning her bun, and Leslie would bet it took Siobhan less than ten minutes to achieve her look.