Anne In Tights
“You taking all your clothes?” Ginny sat cross-legged on the parquet floor.
“I’ll have to.” Unlike her sister, Anne didn’t have that many. “You think I have to wear hose for this job?”
“It’ll be expected, Annie.” Her mom held the pizza slice by one corner, her pinky finger raised.
“Yuck.” Anne hated wearing tights. She felt like a stuffed sausage. And, and,
“Your closet will be empty.” The big eyes Ginny gave Anne were laughable. Those didn’t work on a sister.
“My legs aren’t that different a color.” Anne stretched them out. Beige. She was beige. From top to bottom.
“You’ll have to cover them, Annie,” her mom insisted, dusting off her hands.
“You’ll have a big empty closet. Empty.” Ginny’s closet was crammed. Had been that way from birth.
“I could go without.” What was the big deal? It wasn’t like they’d grab anyone’s attention or anything.
“No way.” Folded pizza slices paused on their way into her father’s mouth. “No man is going to look at my daughter’s bare legs. I won’t allow it.”
“But…” Anne tried again. He wasn’t thinking rationally.
“No way. You go in bare legged and you’re going home. I mean it.” A clenched jaw. “No daughter of mine is going to be entertainment for those business bast…”
“Dear!” A sharp reprimand from Anne’s mom.
Because of her. They argued because of her. “I won’t, dad. I’ll wear hose.” She sighed, unhappy with the situation.
“Annie, I might have a solution.” Her fashion conscious sister scrunched up her face. “I’ll share it.” A big grin. “For a price.”
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