“I moved it to the back rack so nobody else would grab it before Saturday.”

I ran my palm over the cool laminate counter.

“Is there any way we could push the fitting back two weeks?

I’m just waiting on a transfer to go through.”

Chloe hesitated, her hand hovering over the clasp of her bracelet.

“I can hold it till next Tuesday, honey.

After that I’ve got three girls from the high school who asked to try on green gowns.”

“Next Tuesday works,” I lied, though my checking account had exactly ninety-two dollars in it until Friday’s paycheck.