I tie the black apron the instructor gave me around my waist, frowning at how fumbly my fingers are. I finally get the job done and look over at Callie. She’s already got her apron snugly around her waist, and hers is a bright white one with plenty of pink and purple flowers on it.
The purple makes me think of her unmentionables, and the way the apron sw…
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