Amanda and The Photoshoot – 03
The pasta sat in front of her and she did not eat it. She had stopped at the shop on the way home, a small concession to the fact that she had eight hundred dollars in her bag and had not eaten a real meal in four days. She had cooked it properly, salted the water, timed it correctly. She had sat down at the table with a fork in her hand. Then she had looked at the clothes. They were folded on the chair across from her. The dark cherry dress and the grey wrap skirt and the pieces that went with each. The shoes beside them. Neat. Organised. She looked at them for a long time. The framework said they were garments. Stretch fabric and wool blend and lace and sheer hosiery. Fabric …