I considered running to the store while Nancy got into her costume, but I knew I’d feel silly going into any place around home all dressed up – that was, after all, part of the point of our little escapade.
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re gonna be pretty cold in that,” I said, eyeing the dress, if it could even really be called that, when it was barely longer than the shirt she was wearing. It was a light pink sailor dress, the collar and lace trim at the hem white. A pink ribbon tied in a bow sat at the center of the chest, where the corners of the collar met, and above the lacey hem, which I only then noticed was cut in the shape of waves, sat a pair of simple pink and white sailboats.
