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encounter to update me on the current ass-a-demic.
    “Really? What did she have on this time? No, don’t tell me, I don’t even want to know what the dress looked like.” If I laughed any harder, I’d probably pee my pants. We really should stop with all of this childishness, but if you saw how she treated us in high school, you would have prayed for her ass to grow two times its regular size too. Praise the Lord. We really aren’t mean girls or anything, at least not too much.
    “Hey, what should I wear to the country club for dinner? I mean it’s not like it’s a special occasion or anything, but I’ve never been there and I don’t know how dressed up I should get.” I can picture Lizzie rolling her eyes.
    “Don’t tell me ‘A Joke’ is finally introducing you to Mommy and Daddy Dearest. How nice.”
    “They aren’t going to be there, just a cozy little dinner for two.” I knew asking her wouldn’t be a good idea. She hates him.
    She lets out a long sigh. “I’ve never been either, Bay, I would wear something I felt comfortable in, like a church dress. I don’t know what you see in him anyway. He is trying to change you.”
    I’m tired that every one of our conversations involving Hendrix turns in to her bashing him. “Lizzie, not today okay, I don’t have a lot of time. Hey, let’s get together tomorrow and get our toes and nails done.” I’m the master at changing the subject! “I’ll even buy you a Chi Tea Latte. We can have a girls’ day. I’ll see if mom can stay with Papa and Granny. That way we won’t have to rush. Doesn’t that sound awesome?” We make plans for tomorrow and say our goodbyes. I still don’t know what to wear. I stand in front of my closet with my hair wrapped in one towel and the other towel wrapped around me.
    A soft knock sounds at my door, “Who is it?”
    Granny is standing in my doorway with her walker, and I laugh that she still thinks of me as a little girl she has to come to check on. Granny will know what I should wear. She is one fashionable little lady, and she may have worked hard her whole life, but she still looks so good. Her skin is plump and almost free of wrinkles. She says it is due to her cold cream. All she wants every Christmas is a jar of that “cold cream.” I asked her the name of it last year. She just went and got her jar of Oil of Olay. The cheap pink stuff. I think her good skin must be due to living right and good genes. I’m glad I have those genes too.
    “What are you doing, Bailey?”
    “Come on in, Granny. I’m trying to figure out what to wear for dinner at the country club.”
    Granny walks over to my closet, and looks into it with me.
    “Lord, I haven’t been there since your Papa’s retirement party, which was when you were just a little thing. I know, how about that sweet little dress you wore to Sadie’s wedding back in the spring? You looked so darling in it.” She points at my white dress with all of the lace.
    The dress spoke to me as I walked by the sales rack when I was shopping with Granny for her dress to wear to the wedding.
    “You think that will be okay for the country club? Sadie’s wedding was sort of casual with her wanting all of us cousins to wear boots.”
    She nods. “You look so beautiful in it, no one will even notice that it is a little casual. Bailey, I want to get to know Hank better. Let’s invite him for dinner tomorrow night.”
    She is too sharp for this name game she is playing, “I’m on to you, I know which one of you has the dementia, remember?” I tap my temple. “I was going to see if Mom can stay the afternoon tomorrow because Lizzie and I want to have a girls’ day.” I take the dress out and hold it up for inspection. The dress is white lace over a white cotton mini dress. I’m so glad I’ve gotten some sun the last few weeks because the lace-only sleeves will show off my tan. I pair the dress with the same brown belt I wore to the wedding. I hope it doesn’t make