She gasped. “Nuh-uh.”
“Yeah. She’s really leaving him. They were packing up all her stuff when I went by. Her closet is massive, Allison. I mean, easily the size of my bedroom. If not bigger. She was packing away all the things she wanted to take and donating what she didn’t want to keep.”
“Let me guess. She let you pilfer through the donation pile.”
“More than that, she and Clint loaded me down with stuff. You wouldn't believe the kinds of things I’ve got in my closet right now. Stuffed inside brown and tan Louis Vuitton luggage.”
“What!?”
I laughed. “I know, right? It was insane. I’ve actually sold some of the jewelry she gave me just to put some money in my savings. You know, for after graduation. I gave a few pieces to Mom. I kept a few for myself—including my prom dress.”
“Wait, wait, wait, you have your prom dress and I haven’t seen it yet? What gives?”
“You can come inside after you drop me off and I’ll put it on for you. Cecilia gave me matching heels and a clutch and everything.”
“So, you got these sunglasses from her?”
I nodded. “Yep. I’ve got a pair for Michael, too.”
“What will you do with the rest of the clothes?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, I’ve already got the things I want to keep folded away at the bottom of my dresser drawers. I guess you can come take a look at what you might want. But I figured I’d hang onto the things and sell them if I needed the money.”
“Oh, that hurts my heart. I bet they’re gorgeous clothes.”
“Well, then come upstairs after we’re done shopping and you can take a look. There’s purses and dresses and shirts and pants and jewelry still up for grabs.”
She threw her arms around me. “Your life is so insane.”
I giggled. “Yeah. I know.”
She released me from the hug. “So, what about the house? Is it actually being sold?”
I sighed. Because this was the one bad thing that happened this past week.
“It’s actually sold, yeah. They have to be out in a little over two weeks. And according to Clint, neither of them have heard a word from his father since he came to pick Clint up from school that day.”
She snickered. “What a butthead.”
I giggled. “Yes. He’s definitely one of those.”
“Oh! Michael said Clint stopped by to pick up his money. Did he ever get it deposited?”
I nodded. “Yep. And he’s still selling things off. I think he’ll have a nice little nest egg going for himself.”
“Has he given Michael’s parents' place any thought? I mean, he’ll need a place to go.”
“If he has, he hasn’t mentioned anything to me. And honestly, I’m trying not to press so much. I know he’s overwhelmed, and we just got him caught back up with school. The last thing I want is for him to stop coming again because he feels like he’s drowning and has to cut something out.”
“That makes sense.”
“So, ready to get this shopping done?”
She giggled. “You’re just ready for the food that comes after.”
I unbuckled my seatbelt. “You know I hate shopping.”
“Which is terrible, because you look good in so many things. I’d kill for the curves you have. I’m nothing but a stick.”