It took Caroline a long time to get dressed which surprised Wes. Chris (Wes's dead wife.) had been able to dress and get ready to leave home almost as fast as he could, but Caroline still hadn’t made an appearance even though she’d been in the bedroom forever.
Just when Wes started to worry that maybe she’d had a heart attack or something, the bedroom door opened. “Do you like my outfit?” Caroline demanded. “Do you think it’s okay for a job interview?”
Wes didn’t know. She wore a pair of stretchy, fawn colored pants and a red floral blouse that darn near screamed at you. Her belt and shoes were the same shocking red as the blouse while the color of her lipstick would put a fire engine to shame. She pulled on a jacket that matched her pants and smiled sweetly at Wes.
“You look fine,” he finally answered. Surely he couldn’t get into trouble with that reply. Truthfully, he didn’t know how she looked. Chris hadn’t liked bright colors. She had worn mostly soft, calm neutral, colors.
“Red’s one of my favorite colors. Maybe it’ll bring me luck when I interview.” She beamed at Wes, picked up her purse, checked for her car keys, and skipped out the door.
“I hope you have good luck,” Was muttered as he watched Caroline’s car turn toward
. “I want you out of my life as soon as
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