“Do you know Jennie?” Samantha asked Taylor.

Taylor crossed her arms with a bitchy face. “Yes, because like you, she also ruined my day by bumping into me first thing in the morning,” she said with a high note in her voice, almost singing it like a song. “What are you doing here? To clean?”

“Are you deaf, or are you just retarded?” I retaliated sarcastically. “Samantha just mentioned that if the combat clothes would fit me or not, I’d tell her. If you have common sense, ...