No one asked her to stay.
Perla set a small blue bag on the bed and began folding her clothes into it. Wyona disliked the bag immediately.
It was not large. One dress. A nightgown. The good comb Perla kept wrapped in a handkerchief. Still, the bag changed the room. It gave the afternoon somewhere else to go.
"You are taking the green dress," Wyona said.
Perla held it against herself. "Blue."
"It used to be green."
"It was never green."
"Then it has aged badly."
Perla folded the dress and placed it beside the nightgown.
She had been invited to Elena's house for Mina's school performance. The program began early the next morning, and Elena had said it would be easier if Perla slept there.
Easier.
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