When Josephine found me, I was still standing in front of the store, hesitating.
Tugging on my sleeve, she asked, “Erica, what are you doing here?”
I came back to my senses and turned to face her. “Oh, I got bored just now and came out for a stroll. Before I knew it I'm at the men's section,” I answered as I studied her appearance. She must have been really keen to get herself dolled up. It only took a while for her to become a whole different person, carrying so many bags.
Josephine acknowledged my response and smiled at me wickedly, “Oh, how thoughtful of you, Erica. Here you are, out shopping, and yet still have a mind to check out some clothes for Mr. Adler.”
“No, it's not like that,” I denied. “I was just browsing, and I could have sworn I saw my dad...” I looked into the men's section again. The man I had been following seemed to be picking out some suits.
Appalled, Josephine turned to where I was looking. “Well, what are you waiting for? Go say hi!” she exclaimed and, when I did not respond, paused and then asked cautiously, “Wait, is your father mad at you?”