"She'll be here." I smoothed the front of my own shirt and slid my phone into my pocket as Emma knocked for the third time. But I did have the time, and one glance at my cell phone told me it was still four minutes to nine. Yes, I was a little envious I had few curves and no sister from whom to borrow hot clothes.
I should have known she would." More white puffs drifted from Emma's perfectly painted mouth as she bounced to stay warm, her curves barely contained in the low-cut shimmery red blouse she'd "borrowed" from one of her sisters. She glared at the battered steel panel in front of us, as if her own impatience would make the door open. "Come on!" Emma whispered from my right, her words floating from her mouth in a thin white cloud.
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