Jenny is shopping for outfits for her teaching job. We're in the bargain basement of a mall. I'm not keen on shopping because I no longer teach in a high school.

I try to help her find clothes. I see fuzzy lavender sweaters she might like, but I'm not sure. It’s her outfit, not mine. I spot a puffy shrug. She could wear it over a red shirt.

But I buy the shrug for myself. "I could wear it with my red skirt." I recall clothes I own, trying to match up the correct colors. I dread returning to teaching.