“Ooo, how about this!” Lucille said, pulling out a short black dress with a lace-patterned bodice.
“…Um…I don’t think so,” Phoebe shook her head. She had never worn anything so revealing and was rather self-conscious about her body.
“Oh for Goddess’s sake, Lucy,” Norah sighed, “stop picking out things for yourself. We’re shopping for Phoebe.”
“Well, it would help if you told us about your style.”
“I really don’t have one,” Phoebe said. “Cheap?”
They had already shopped for Blake and Emma, who were all too happy to grab whatever they liked. Norah insisted on not only buying them clothes, but toys and games as well. Now, it was Bridget and Phoebe’s turn and it was slow-going. Both were hampered by their previous experiences of watching expenses.
“You’ll look pretty in this one, mommy
