“Come on, we’ll hit a department store or something,” he said as I followed him into one of the larger stores. I resigned myself to the inevitable as we walked past make-up and perfume counters. Between the fact that I hadn’t bought new clothes in the last year and his demand for my need of winter wear, I wasn’t really that unwilling. I just hated having to spend the money. We walked into the women's section of the store. Rory turned around twice and scratched his head. He gestured at the clothes. “Have at it.”
