WIP Wednesday...

[chicating]

It wasn’t as though she set out to nab a rich husband. She wasn’t the single-mother version of Becky Sharp, really trying to be an opportunist. She met Alan trying to make her dollar stretch by buying clothes and kids’ stuff by going to garage sales in fancier neighborhoods than hers. It was a bright blue desert autumn morning. Amy bought a grey blazer to wear getting temp jobs. Later on, they would disagree about which item Alan would have cheerfully overpaid for, but they did agree that she taught him to haggle, and that their eyes met over a pile of the last season’s separates. “Who knew moving could be such a hassle, right?” he said, with a self-mocking smile. “This isn’t my table, though. I’m just watching it so my friend could get a break.”
“That’s nice of you,” she said, feeling slightly foolish holding up a pink tracksuit. “But I don’t suppose you can tell me anything about this.” She spread it out like she was a model on a game show, relieved that she’d painted her nails pink that morning, without getting impatient so they still looked perfect. Almost before realizing it, she fluffed her hair a little with her palm. Never hurt to look nice, right? But she still warmed to Alan’s gaze on her.

“Oh, yeah, that.” He said, his eyebrows raised. “I gave it up because it didn’t bring out my eyes.”
“Of course,” She put it aside as a Maybe. “I really liked it, not that I have any time to exercise anymore.” Amy knew she had a good body, but women sometimes got further by acting a little insecure. She did feel a little sloppy and stuck in a world of fish sticks and mac and cheese.Not that she even expected anything to happen, even though Amy always had a fucking plan, sometimes literally.