“Oh Edith! It’s so pretty! It compliments your wrinkles perfectly!”
The ruffles blended with Edith’s jowls. “Oh thank-you Eunice” Edith ground out through her voice box.
Wilma popped in “Oh-h-h-h! This turtleneck is so cute! It covers up my turkey neck!”
“I would like one to cover my hole. They do not make one in my size.”
The slim salesgirl cringed. She tried not to shudder. She did not succeed.
“C-C-C-Courtney!” Wilma called the salesgirl, “H-H-Help me shimmy into this tube top. It catches on my back flaps.”
Courtney was not sure how to say no. She considered dying.
Eunice adjusted her mumu around her scooter. She adjusted a hat around her bald spot, “Courtney, is this cute?”
Courtney, “You look like a cupcake.” The red hat was mortifying on the bloated creature. She would inveigh her boss about her terrible pay and assignment later. Professional. Professional.
Edith decided against the dress. It was already covered in old lady musk and required immolation.
The three women checked out with matching bralettes and left Forever 21.
“Let’s torture the vapid bitches at Hollister next.”
“F-F-F-Fuck that. American Eagle. B-B-B-Birdbrained cunts.”
Eunice decided, “Hollister.” The eldest among them aimed her rascal at the horrid whores of Hollister.
