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asks, “Do you wanna come in?”
    Impulsively I reply, “Ya, sure. I’ll go and
leave my car at home though and walk back.”
    She sits down again. “I’ll come with
you.”
    Laughing amused, and after she closes her
door, I drive down the hill toward my house on the other side of
the block.
    I stop the car in the driveway in front of
the garage and then we both get out of the car.
    Politely I ask, “Do you want to come in? I
have to change first.”
    “Sure,” she agrees and follows me up to my
room. When we walk into my room, she looks impressed, but for some
peculiar reason I feel embarrassed at the blatant display of
wealth.
    I walk toward my closet, while Carmine
immediately swoops down onto my music collection. I select an
outfit and then excusing myself, I walk to my en-suite bathroom to
change my clothes.
    When I get back wearing a floral dress that
hugs my body tightly and then flares out over my hips, Carmine is
paging through my closet. She notices me walking in, smiling over
her shoulder and then she exclaims, “That’s a pretty dress you’re
wearing.”
    I smile and say, “Thank you,” while looking
down at the soft material.
    She turns back toward the cupboard, and she
asks, “Would you mind if I tried this on?”
    I try to see what dress she is talking about,
but she is blocking my view, so I say, “No, I wouldn’t mind.” I
honestly did not mind what she wore from my cupboard, because just
like Amanda, most of the clothes in my cupboard I have never worn.
Boredom drives us to the shops, and then we buy things we think are
pretty, but never get the chance to wear.
    She pulls the dress from the hanger and I
notice it is a simple mauve slip dress. She starts to dress in
front of me and I look away uncomfortably. After she slips it over
her head, she smoothes the dress over her hips with her hands and
the dress fits her perfectly. She decides to keep it on. The dress
looks nice on her and it almost matches the purple, blue color of
her eyes.
    She turns toward me, her golden blonde
hair bouncing around her face. “Are you sure you don’t
mind?”
    “No. I don’t think I have ever worn that
dress anyway.” It had a little shine to it and I did not like the
formal look of the dress. I liked to be comfortable.
    She suggests, “I look so pretty and it
would be a waste if nobody saw me in it. Let’s go to the
mall.”
    I am not usually this impulsive, but I need
to make friends. Even though the dramas of people bore me, I like
to be surrounded by their excitement and enthusiasm, because it
sometimes rubs off onto me and I find a glimmer of exhilaration
myself - living through them.
    We walk out toward my car again and then
we drive the short distance out of the estate toward the mall. The
music is loud and Carmine sings along at the top of her voice. Some
of the words, especially the hip-hop songs, she does not know, but
she makes them up as she goes along and I cannot help smiling
amused.
    At the mall, she leads me toward a café. The
café is in the middle of this lifestyle mall. The restaurants and
cafés surround the centre square, with a fountain in the middle.
Trees line the perimeter of the square, so it does not feel as if
you are in the middle of a bustling mall. Someone wrapped Christmas
lights around the trunks of the trees, so at night they light up
and make it fairy magical.
    When I walk into the café, the first thing I
notice is Andrew.
    Carmine looks across her shoulder at me,
as she says, “Andrew is always here. He might as well have shares
in the franchise.”
    I smile nervously.
    He is sitting with his back turned toward
us. I am hoping to avoid them, but Carmine takes me by the hand and
then she leads me toward that specific table. We reach the table
and Carmine blurts, “Hey.”
    I am standing close to her and I see Andrew
notice me, but then just as quickly he looks toward Carmine and a
smile lights up his face. My stomach drops. I feel a weird sense of
loss, a feeling I