Nefretiri
"Ooo, I want this one," I declare, pulling out a pair of designer jeans from the pile of clothes Margarita brought in. "It's still got the tags on it!"
"My mom said her boss tossed all his ex's clothes out," Margarita scowls at the clothes. "I've still got seven more bags to bring you, Abby."
"Why aren't you keeping these?" Abby pulls out a beautiful green silk dress and puts it to her chest. "These are gorgeous. Your mom's boss goes through women like candy!"
"I can't fit them," Margarita sighs. "Otherwise, I would, so I told mom we could at least make some money for it all."
"Here," I hand Margarita, a large roll of cash. "These were three hundred."
"Nefera!" Margarita looks at the money. "You can't give me this!"
I scoff at her, pull my old jeans off, and slide the new ones on. They fit!
