Jioni paused, then her face relaxed into a smile. “Wait a minute, what if I could—”
Jioni took the flannel not to wear but to trade for it. It wasn’t payment material–she’s tried before—but someone, somebody out there, may want it. She tapped her foot and looked up at the sky. Perhaps Hippie Girl would make a trade.
Jioni’s face fell the slightest at the thought of having to interact with her this late in the afternoon, but she managed the dread, shaking it off and standing straight: Hippie Girl wasn’t all that bad. It was worth a try, even if it was an ill-fated one.
