“Your lady friend needs clothes.”
“She’s wearing clothes,” Zach stated.
“Even foot sweaters,” she said, holding out her foot where it dangled loosely.
“She looks ridiculous,” Joe hissed.
No, she didn’t. She glanced at her bold red shirt with slashes of white with buttons, and her green pants. “I like it.”
“See, she likes it,” Zach parroted.
Joe shook his head. “Idiot. If Nora or any of the biatches find out you didn’t get her stuff, then you’ll go missing. When that happens, I am turning your bedroom into an office.”