The Thrift Store

Elizabeth dropped all of her purchases on the bed and started to sort through them. She'd gotten a little more than she intended, but reasoned it was a necessary expense since the locksmith they'd called had been flabbergasted at the fingerprint locks. After an angry call with Jeff (where she learned he would be gone for more than a week, "Honey, they really like me, I've been through three interviews and they want me to come in tomorrow for an offer in person!") she realized she might be stuck at her sister's house for a little while.

The thrift store was the cheapest option, but since she didn't expect to be going out much until Jeff got back, she figured it wasn't important. She had intended to just get a few t-shirts and some shorts, but ended up spending most of her money on getting extra pillows for her air mattress. It wasn't very comfortable, and she had tossed and turned the whole night. She'd ended up curled up in a ball, surrounded by pillows she'd stolen from the couch on all sides.

Megan walked in to her room as she was setting up her new bed. "What is that shirt? Is that for pet lovers?" She teased.

Elizabeth looked down at the t-shirt she was wearing. It was light green with paw prints and hearts on it. She shrugged, "It was one of the only ones they had that fit. Beggars can't be choosers, you know."

"What's with all the pillows? You settling in for the long haul?"