![]() "I'm not getting dressed up for the boardwalk," I told her. I had never thought much about dresses, but looking at hers all laid out on the bed like that, I was jealous. Things were either too long in the crotch or too tight in the waist. I only had two dresses at home-one my grandmother bought me for Easter and one I had to buy for eighth-grade graduation. Now it felt like I was her clueless mom who didn't know how to dress right. It used to be that when Taylor picked out my clothes, I felt like the nerdy girl transformed at the prom, in a good way. "We're going to the boardwalk tonight, though, remember? We have to look cute for that. She shook her head at me, and the towel on her head bounced back and forth. I said, "We're just eating dinner, Taylor. ![]() I was tired of her tests and having to prove myself all the time. She asked the question like it was a test. "Which one should I wear tonight?" she asked me. She pulled out three different sundresses-one white eyelet, one Hawaiian print, and one black linen. After Taylor got out of the shower, she started rummaging through her duffel bag and I lay on my bed and watched her.
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