“Oh, we’re just looking around,” Rosie said brightly. “We want to get something special for the birthday girl.” She slipped her hand from mine and wrapped both arms around Mom instead. Mom let out a pleased, self-satisfied laugh, patting Rosie’s arm. “Oh, you naughty girl,” she said, though her smile said she loved every second of it. “If you hadn’t dragged me all the way here, you know I wouldn’t have come. I don’t care much for material things.” “Aww, Mom.” Rosie beamed. “I just want you to always have the best and be happy. Money means nothing if you don’t look good.” Right on cue, like part of a well-rehearsed play, the saleswoman placed a hand over her chest, her smile widening as she leaned in. “Oh, what a thoughtful daughter,” she said warmly. “We have some exquisite new arrivals that would suit a lady of such elegance perfectly.” Mother laughed, squeezing Rosie’s hand affectionately. “My daughter is a doctor, so she does very well for herself. I’m proud of her every sin
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