"What about the new Spring Party outfit?" Harriet said, eyeing the model playing the violin in the dress. "I think it would look real good on you, you know, bring out your eyes."
"I dunno," I whispered. "It's cute but a little too -- I dunno, too dressy. I'm talking about open house, not the prom."
"Right." Harriet nodded. Then she saw the new softball outfit and we both said "Kristy" in unison.
Kristy's still suspended from school because of that fight with Madisyn Baker a couple days ago, so I haven't seen her and neither has Harriet. And she's gotten to the point -- Kristy, that is -- that she still isn't talking to me. I tried calling her on the phone, and when the director goes to get her she screams and yells "I don't want to talk to her!"
So we looked through the new catalog to see what we liked, and to get our minds off of this crap. I decided I liked the new PJ set and Harriet wants to try yoga. Sometimes I think Harriet is from a different place and time.