New Sunglasses

Katie puts the three identical pairs of sunglasses on the counter of the rest-stop where we’ve stopped to grab some snacks while her brother grabs a bag of Combos.

“Sometimes you need to be in a gang and all wear the same sunglasses,” she confidentially tells the cashier.

The cashier dutifully rings us up and then looks at us with a sly smile.

“Do you want to wear them out of the store?” she asks.