“How do I look?” I asked, giving her a twirl. Maybe adding the twirl would make her go easy on me. It didn’t. Lo squinted at the screen before twisting up her face. I’d been best friends with Lola for five years, long enough to know she didn’t like it. “It’s... okay.” She paused. “But are y’all going to watch the game at church or?” “Lo!” I called as I slid my hands down the baggy blue jean pencil skirt I’d paired with the jersey. “What? That jersey is doing nothing for your figure... and that skirt... Phileigh, be so for real.”
