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building and still close to Michelle. She didn’t think she would love living far away from either of those things. In addition to hating the long commute and loving her friend, she didn’t have a car. Of course, she could always fix her transmission. It had died soon after moving in with Michelle and it simply hadn’t been necessary to fix it as long as she was carpooling with her friend. Her meager savings should be enough to fix the transmission and put in first month’s rent on something. At least she hoped so.
     
                  She glanced down at her feet. The savings would have been enough for sure if she hadn’t fallen in love with her new soft leather boots. But they had been too perfect to pass up. Of course, she’d bought other things that day too. Like the peach button up and grey tweed skirt that had gotten a coffee bath that morning. She’d also bought new eyeliner, that amazing new red lipstick and quite a few other things now that she thought back on it.
     
                  “Okay,” she whispered to herself. “So I shopped a lot last week. And the week before that, and the week before that, and every week since I started getting an allowance. I’ll just have to do better from now on.”
     
                  “Kara dear?” Betsy’s voice came from behind her. “Are you all right?”
     
                  “Oh sure, Mrs. T,” Kara answered brightly. “I’m just giving myself a pep talk. After all, I’m the best motivational speaker I know and I never charge myself a fee.”
     
                  Betsy laughed and said, “Well young lady, if you’re done with your motivational speech and your dinner, Sandy and I are ready for a nice long walk. It looks like Killer feels the same way.”
     
                  “Just let me grab the leash,” she answered as she stood.
     
                  “How did the dress shopping go?” Betsy asked as they walked along the quiet street.
     
                  “I got pictures!” Kara said excitedly as she pulled the camera from her pocket. “Here are the dresses.”
     
                  She scrolled through the pictures for Mrs. T slowly. “Oh dear,” the elderly lady murmured in distress. “Oh my. Oh, my dear.”
     
                  “And then,” Kara said with a dramatic pause. “We found this.”
     
                  She clicked the button and the picture of Michelle, beaming a happy smile and truly lovely in a dress that was perfect for her, popped up on the screen. Betsy gasped.
     
                  “Oh my!” she exclaimed in a totally different tone. “She is absolutely radiant!”
     
                  “Isn’t she?” Kara put her arms across her elderly friend’s shoulder and squeezed enthusiastically. “If I hadn’t been there, she’d have ended up in the sparkly horror. Can you imagine that?”
     
                  Betsy patted Kara’s cheek. “You’re a good girl and a wonderful friend, Kara Steward.”
     
                  “That’s what I’ve been saying for years,” Kara joked. Killer tugged impatiently at his leash and she laughed. “I guess we’ve kept them waiting long enough.”
     
                  She and Mrs. Turner finished their walk in high spirits and Kara was surprised to find Hayes’ car missing when she got back home. Surely he and Michelle hadn’t had a fight. They almost never fought.
     
                  “Michelle?” she called out as she walked in. “Is everything okay?”
     
                  “That’s what I was just going to ask you,” Michelle called back from her seat on Kara’s bed. “Come in and let’s talk.”
     
                  “Okay, sure. What’s up?”
     
                  “Are you okay?” Michelle asked in a concerned tone. “You seemed a little