“You need to share clothes with Kelly,” I told Beyoncé privately. “Well,” she said, like it was a negotiation. “I don’t really want to share my clothes.” “Well,” I said, matching her tone. “You’re going to have to share some of your stuff.” “I’ll give them to her,” she said. She’s still like that: Will give you the shirt off her back, but once she does you can keep it.
