Besides, what was Jake plan? We were a long way from home, and I didn't see any shopping carts.
"What are you planning to do?" I tried to laugh. "Beat him up?"
Jake shrugged.
"Oh come on," I said. "Don't you think we're a little old for that?"
"Never too old for a fight," Jake said.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well, you've already had one today, so let's cross that off the list. Alright?"
He leaned back and crossed his arms. "How about if he hits me first?"
I narrowed my gaze. "Why would he hit you?"
"I dunno. It's just a question."
"Well, I guess," I said. "I mean, if he hit you first, I wouldn't want you tonotdefend yourself, if that's what you're asking."
"Good to know." He glanced at his watch. "By the way, we're going out tonight."
"Out? Where?"
"It's some museum thing," he said.
I stared at him. "Amuseumthing? You're kidding right?"
"Why?" he said. "You got something against museums?"
"No," I said. "But be serious. They're not exactly you're thing." I studied his face. "Are they?"
He left me hanging a few seconds, and then grinned. "No."
"Then why would you go?" I asked.
"You mean, why wouldwego?"
"Either way," I said. "Why?"
"Why not?"
"Well, that clears up everything," I said.
"Hey," he said, "it'll be fun. I promise."
I gave him a doubtful look.
"And," he said, "you're going shopping in an hour."
"For what?"
His gaze drifted to my makeshift outfit. "Clothes."
"I don't have time to shop," I said.
It wasn't technically true. The way it looked, I had plenty of time. What Ididn'thave was money.
I bit my lip and tried to figure a way out of this. I considered my suitcases, smashed in Jake's trunk. Even if they were somehow accessible, the clothes Ididhave were pathetic.
Just like everything else today.
