Palimpsest

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Vexation 13
(Edited)

Vexation~ a cause of trouble: Affliction

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10:45am October 22nd
Kathrine Robertson

"Katherine, is that you?" I walked through the kitchen.

"Yes dad, what's up?" I smiled, it's been a while since dad and I talked.

"You wanna spend the afternoon shopping?"

"Sure, dad. Anything specific we're shopping for?"

"Nope, I just wanna spend some time with you. You're always gone." He whined dragging out the e.

"Dad, your always gone I'm here every other afternoon, and most mornings."

"Really?" He laughed. "Oh dear. Lunch is on me too then."

"Okay dad, lets go." I smiled.

"Where should we start?"

"Purple cliche!" I exclaimed. It was my favorite little boutique.

They had some super cute, modest stuff. And occasionally Veronica would create something for me that they would ask for the pattern for. Veronica practically has a clothing line at this point. Despite their name they have a wide variety of colors of everything.

Dad cranked up some country tunes, we got to laughing and smiling. He'd sing the lyrics loud and rambunctiously. I couldn't help but sing along and dance. It felt good.

Dad pulled in the parking lot, climbed out of the truck and ran around to my side of the truck. He opened my door and offered his hand.

I placed my hand in his and climbed out of the truck. I walked side by side with him to the door. As I swung the door open. Everyone gathered around as tho I needed a maid. Which I didn't, but I guess I appreciate the offer.

"We'll just look around, thank you ladies." I smiled weakly. After the party It's been hard to trust anybody outside, V, the boys, and my parents. I never had a huge connection with my brothers, but I know whole heartedly I can count on them to have my back.

Course they love me and I love them, our opinions always differed. It was hard to get along. And with our age gap we kinda just didn't care to spend time with each other

"How Are Isaiah, and Justice doing?" I asked flicking through the rack of clothes of V's patterns.

"They're doing okay." Dad sighed. "They still don't get along and justice is more violent than Isaiah still." Dad shivered. "Aren't these the patterns Veronica made?"

"Yes they are." I smiled, I didn't think he'd recognize them.

We flipped through a few racks. Dad saw a blue floral patterned sundress with patches of purple sewed into the dress. The bottom was ruffled.  He insisted I try it on.

Here I am face to face with the changing room mirror, dress on, hair laying in messy curls on my shoulders. Dad was right it looks good on me. I've never bought a dress to wear for casual affairs before. I stepped out of the changing room.

"It's perfect." Dad smiled. 

"Thank you, dad." I twirled my hair through my fingers happily.

All of a sudden my stomach sank. I could feel the color drain from my skin. I didn't feel good.

"Katie, are you okay?" Dad said softly.

"Yeah, I haven't eaten anything, that's probably all it is." My stomach sank deeper.

"We'll get the dress, and go to lunch. How about that?" Dad seemed nervous, and it was reasonable. Your kid dosent just loose skin pigment for no reason.