Macys Pocketbook Novels & Stories

*Shelby* I walked out of Amorebelle wearing a new outfit with light pink clothing bags weighing down each arm. I could not remember a time in my life when I had gotten this many new clothes at one time. I also had a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that these clothes cost more than I made in an entire year. The saleswomen Jane and McKenzie wouldn’t let me look at the price tags on anything, but as they were ringing up my picks, I caught a glimpse of the total on the computer screen. I didn’t know how I would ever be able to pay Michael back for this shopping trip.

she said, pointing to the small backpack I overlooked on the wavy couch, and to my surprise, it was way too small compared to what she had prepared with mine. “Are you serious? I have three huge luggage and you only have a backpack?” I gaped at her, totally flabbergasted. If she wasn’t kidding, she might have only fit a couple of shirts in there and nothing more. Micah only looked at me with both of her eyebrows went pent up, huffing as she lean on my bed and reaches more for my clothes then start rearranging it all. “Unlike you Missy, I don’t own much aside from my uniforms,” she responded without looking at me.

For a small woman, she has bountiful of those so closing them is always her priority. For her feet, she removed a brown new pair of American made version New balance 990 series Murad bought for her recently and wore them. For her bag, since she only needs their money, New Zealand dollars, that Mika'il changed and gave her, she took Hilde Palladino belt bag that she strapped around her waist, she is going to shopping which means her hands are going to be too busy to hold money, besides, that is the reason she brought a belt bag. She sprayed a bit of Mika'il's love is in the air limited edition then left her room. Just like she heard, they are not there but they left her note.

Lexie asked, amused at how pretty Macy looked in the pink dress she had chosen to wear. “Checklist time!” Lexie grinned as she helped Macy adjust the little bag she was carrying. “You have your handkerchief? Your gift for Carl? No last-minute need to use the bathroom?” “Yes, Ma.” Her daughter answered as she pulled a white handkerchief from the pocket of her dress. “Carl’s present is in my bag, and I don’t need to go to the bathroom. Can we please go now?” “Well, after you.” Lexie said with a smile and pointed toward the door.

Mia checked and double-checked her handbag to make sure she had everything she’d need for her first day at The Playbook. She had her pocket-sized portfolio, her wallet, apartment keys, phone, and mints, plus all the rest of the crap that filled her handbag like tampons and old shopping receipts, and tissues.

Macy replied. She watched the dean walk down the hallway. When Dr. Julie was out of view, Macy fell back onto her seat, exhaling quietly. She was just twenty-eight, but for some reason she felt very old. *** It was a very good thing that her boss had given her the week off from work. Because for the past few days she had been working herself to the bone, trying to raise additional money for Will’s surgery. Macy has spent her morning in the amusement park, working as part of the entertainment for the eager little children. The doll costume she wore had been too tight on her, the corset and bodice making it too hard to breathe.

If the atmosphere was working on her, it meant that Macky was better at his shtick than she would’ve thought. Disappearing behind the case, he rummaged around for a moment, then made a satisfied noise. When he straightened, he was holding a black, metal-edged cardboard clamshell box that was marked Acid-Free Archival Storage on the spine. Pearl’s mental cash register went cha-ching, and she wondered whether she should do a "thanks, but I’ve changed my mind," and have another session with the shrink instead. Certainly be cheaper. Or she could go home and fill out the paperwork on her desk—applications to the forensic-science programs at Colby and New Haven. That wasn’t the same as saying she

I was going to do something about it. Grand gGateway was my next target. I darted into the Marc Jacobs store and snatched about ten purses. I then moved like a shadow into the Louis VuttonVuitton store and filled the rest of my pockets with their smallest handbags and purses. After that I quickly got out of there with my hoard of treasures. I got back home and emptied out all my pockets. There were purses worth five thousand, some were eight thousand. One was fifteen thousand.

Once they had completed their outing and chosen their books, they would head to the cashier to check out. Macy, a cheerful young woman of about nineteen with vibrant red hair, always greeted them warmly as they entered the store, making a point to dote on them while they prepared to leave. She consistently offered Luther a lollipop, only to see him hide behind Nancy, clutching her legs tightly. "It was definitely a sight to behold," Nancy chuckled as she paired her blouse with a stylish pair of white Valentino poplin pants.

I demanded. She mumbled something under her breath before practically skipping over to my walk in closet. Half the clothes contained in that closet weren't even mine. Macy was a shopaholic and when ever she bought something new she stored it in my closet before finding an appropriate time to take it home. She just couldn't say no to anything pink or shiny. "So at least tell me his name," she called out from inside the closet.