Her face was red. "What makes you think I'm writing to my dad?" she said. She sounded hurt and a little angry."I don't know," I said, flustered. "I me...an are you? I mean who are you writing to?" I could feel the blush shooting along my skin, not just my face but my whole body.Molly didn't answer. Instead she bit her bottom lip and slipped the pages into the top drawer of her desk."I'm sorry," I said."That's okay." It's just that... I don't have a dad, either. I mean, I don't have a dad."Molly. At some point, Heidi was going to land on mewith the full force of her overwhelming popularity. But I still had myfriends, the people who loved me best. I started cutting up with my themat lunch, and Michelle did this impression of Heidi's expression rightbefore the snowball hit her face that had us all laughing. I looked overmy shoulder and Heidi and her friends were chatting as usual at theirtable.I stared at her, kind of chewing my tongue but not really thinkinganything. God, but she. "What if we get them wrong?"Giselle shook her head. "Don't worry. You... men look experienced enoughto make the right choices. I'm sure that whatever you pick out will fitthe girl who wears it." She handed them each a small pink and whitebasket with the store logo, a selkie or mermaid, on the side. "Carryeverything in this." Let's go then." The three high-fived and headed out into the aisles.* * * * *Stan went to a corner where a pale white mannequin was wearing a pink andblack bustier and. This script’s brilliant!”Helen nodded.“It took a lot of time to find the right one.”“I’d love to see more of the writer’s work, but I can’t find anything else by this Juliessa Skankeko.”“It’s her first work, and it’s pronounced ‘Julie is a skanky cow.’” Helen replied with a long drag. “Our studio hasn’t been around long enough to lose a director before. Either through firing, quitting, or...” She took a shorter drag. “This. I’ve hired them, but I’ve never promoted someone to the job. Head back.