Chapter 21
He’d done something he’d never done before—he’d taken money out of his savings account and bought some clothes. It was the first time in his life he wasn’t wearing something his mother had picked up for him or that he’d received as a gift. He wore tight white denim that flared from the knee down, and brown leather platform boots underneath. His shirt was long-sleeved, wide-collared, and satin, with a gold, brown, and white pattern that could have been flowers if one blurred their eyes when they looked at it. His belt was wide, also brown, and had a buckle the size of his fist. He’s spent an entire week’s worth of pay on the outfit, and he’d felt like a movie star when he tried it on. In the club, though, he was a rock among diamonds. Feathers, boas, flowers, jewelry, make-up, velvet, silk, and hairstyles so coiffed that Gerry was sure an earthquake couldn’t move a single strand out of place: the entire club was teeming with glamour.