“Are you really going to go through with this act?” Margaret asked.

“I have to know how she treats people who have nothing at all to offer her,” I said.

“I need Ethan to see it for himself.”

I draped the gray shirt over my arm and crouched to dig through a wire bin of shoes.

I needed shoes that went with the look of the stained shirt.

I pushed past several pairs of sneakers until I came across a pair of scuffed brown loafers.

They were a whole size too big for me.