Shopping for a new dress,
I heard two women enter the booth next to me.
“Aye,
Comadre, you take the dressing room. I’ll wait out here until
the other one empties.”
“No,
Comadre, let’s share this one. See? It’s big.”
“Bueno,
sí. Okay.”
I heard
muffled noises, hangers clinking, and heavy
breathing.
“Aye,
Comadre. Help me. I’m stuck.”
More
shuffling. “There. Let me get the zipper.”Breathing. “Maybe they
have a bigger size.”
“No
necesito a bigger size. This is my size.”
“Sí,
pero nowadays they use less material and charge you more. Let me go
see if they have it in a bigger size.”
“No,
no. I need to exercise. Me dejé.”
“No,
Comadre, pero como? It’s the style of the dress.”
“Comadre,
por favor, I can see for myself. The mirrors don’t lie.”
“We’ll
go to the gym. I, too, have let myself go a little.”
“Aye,
don’t yank on it. I don’t want to have to buy it if it doesn’t fit.”
“You
can keep it in the closet as incentive.”
“I am
not going to the gym, not looking like this. Come to my house every
day, Comadre. We’ll work out there. When I look better,
then we will go to the gym.”
Silence.
“Let me go see if there’s a bigger size. That dress looks so good on you, Comadre.”
“Let me go see if there’s a bigger size. That dress looks so good on you, Comadre.”
Silence.
“Let’s go to Kohl’s.”
“Let’s go to Kohl’s.”
“Sí,
vamos. You get more dress for your money there.”
I heard
muffled noises, hangers clinking, and heavy breathing, then there is silence in
the dressing room next to mine.
I take a good look at myself in the mirror. Maybe I should get this dress in a bigger size.
I take a good look at myself in the mirror. Maybe I should get this dress in a bigger size.
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