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Next excerpt - another scene where Tracy helps show more about Colleen's character. We've seen that Colleen is starting to get established in her new life. Tracy's a kind of take-charge gal, and she wants to accelerate the process. But there still needs to be conflict. Much as retail therapy is fun, we have to see a little more than two women picking through the clothing racks at Nordstrom.
Colleen let Tracy lead her around the department store. She'd been to the Salem Nordstrom a couple of times, but she much preferred the L.L.Bean catalog. Before she knew it, Tracy had whisked her into a fitting room with an assortment of skirts, slacks, blouses and dresses.
"Here you go," Tracy said and held up a green jersey dress with a draping neckline. "This is perfect with your eyes and hair. And it's simple, no frills. It'll look great on you." She handed Colleen the garment and stepped away. "I’ll go sit in the 'men waiting with purses' section and you can model."
"You can stay." She unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off. Tracy's eyes widened. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. But a sports bra isn't going to work with this dress. Do you have something a little more, um, Victoria's Secret at home?"
Colleen shook her head. "Miracle Bras don't exactly work with Kevlar vests."
"You've got some great girls under there. What size are you? I'll go get our salesperson to bring something more appropriate. "
While Tracy went off on her quest, Colleen examined the clothes hanging in the fitting room. Simple, tailored, and comfortable looking. She smiled. A new Colleen for sure.
By three o'clock, Colleen was created anew, but exhausted. "Who knew shopping was this tiring?"
"But it's a good kind of tired," Tracy said. "You want to hang at my place? We could rent a movie."
"You like James Bond? I've got three at my place."
Tracy parked her car on the street at Colleen's apartment and the two of them lugged the armloads of bags down the driveway. "Your landlady sure blasts the TV."
"She's in her seventies. A little hearing loss is probably normal."
Colleen set her packages down on the entry tiles and fished for her keys. As she went to slide the key into the lock, the door swung open. No way had she left it unlocked, much less ajar. Her pulse rate tripled. "Shit. Tracy. Get to the car. Now. No questions."
So, what did you learn about Colleen in this scene -- would you turn the page?
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