I went to a clothing shop in a mall with Willow. I tried on a fitted, tan, suede jacket with a belt and admired myself in a three-way mirror. I decided to buy it, and went to the counter in the back of the store. Lindsay was working there, and she took the jacket from me and wrapped it up. I paid her $206 and left the shop for groceries.

I stood at the check-out counter with a gallon of yogurt and a lemon. The cashier informed me that someone was looking for me in the back of the store. I walked toward the back, past tables piled with oranges and apples. A tall man with red hair walked toward me carrying a red scarf embroidered with my name. He told me I had dropped it while I was shopping. He asked me if I would be his friend and smoke pot with him. I was pleased that he wanted to be friends with me, and I suggested that we go out get to know each other first so that I might feel comfortable smoking with him. He was angry that I didn't want to smoke first and shooed me away from him. I went to the front of the store and stood leaning against a display of potatoes and lemons, feeling very still. If I moved too suddenly, I would cry.