Chapter 21: What To Wear

While she and I had spoken, Birdy assisted me with packing. Or, more accurately, hindered my efforts. I folded my navy one-piece bathing suit with white polka dots and tucked it into my suitcase. Birdy removed it, replacing it with a hot pink bikini.

“You’re going to Maui, not on a cruise for the elderly.” She scowled at the suit as she looked at it and then tossed it on the floor.

“Hey,” I said, picking it up and refolding it. “This is my favorite swimming suit.”

“Since when? 1945?” Birdy tried to take it back, but I held it out of her reach, which was difficult since Birdy towered over me.

“I’m not wearing that pink thing. You know it isn’t my style.” I laid the pink bikini back on the bed and put my navy suit in instead, then added a yellow one for good measure.

“Ugh, fine. Then at least take this cover-up.” Birdy held up a gauzy white dress.

“No, that isn’t my style either.”