Chapitre 238: Chapter 238: Minding My Own Business

So my guestimate as to the attractiveness of the offered attire was about as accurate as I could have imagined. Feeling out of sorts and rather uncomfortable despite the dry clothes thanks to the massive t-shirt hanging almost to my knees and the awkward way I had to bundle up the waistband of the men's basketball shorts that could have passed for old-fashioned culottes, I did my best not to let my fashion fiasco get me down. Hadn't I rescued my pug from certain death and garnered enough sympathy for her as well as animosity toward Robert-who didn't love a sweet-faced animal over that mug of a worthless human being?-that I should have felt far better about the whole thing than I actually did.