Doris met us near the fitting rooms. “The rooms are too small for us all to fit,” she said as she pointed at the row of stalls that served as the ...itting rooms.“We’ll just do it here,” Debbie said, “Help her out of those things.”“It’s OK,” Doris replied, “Moms dress their little girls out here all the time.”“I’m NOT a little girl!” I said.Unphased by my outburst, Doris came over and reached for my top. I looked around nervously, but no one was close by. The racks of clothes outside the fitting. It’s just that, she’s become so instrumental in everything I needed to get done, I didn’t want to screw that up!Bill came by and asked if I needed him tomorrow.I told him I really did since he knew more about handling money and transactions like this than I did. He suggested we have a couple of the girls, like Mary and Linda, to help us keep track of any numbers and account information they might provide.Wednesday morning a large armored truck pulled up followed by a Chevy Suburban.Bob, Bill,. "You had me inand out of so many dresses I didn't even know what I was trying on." Interesting that this bothers you?" replied Rita, tapping her chin."But girls get so funny when someone else shows up in their dress,don't they?" You know that's not what I meant," said Lee, stunned and tossing outhis arms frustrated."Then what's your worry?" said Mrs. Baxter, stepping in, fluffing theskirt and the lifting his wrist. "She won't be here, and you'restunning in this color. I love this on you." My. I let my Tesla do most of the work to drive because fuck all, Californians were bad drivers to begin with, but on rainy days they were especially horrendous. Accidents lined up the freeways every few miles, but I’d been prepared for that. I’d left a half-hour earlier than normal, but on the road, I realized that I should have left even earlier. It was pouring, and people were driving like assholes to get to work. I didn’t let myself get distracted. I stayed alert so I could take control of the.