<span style="font-style: italic">"I'll see what clothes your mother has. I'm sure something of hers should fit me." </span>Rena spoke to shadow with a slight nod of her head as if in agreement with him. Though he kinda hoped to go shopping with her for a beautiful luscious dress that would fit her perfectly. But since his mother had pretty dresses that she had never ever put on, not once, brand new, but just bought for the mere excurision of shopping. That was how his mom was. Especially when she was stressed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I don't have money to go clothes shopping. As long as your mother's stuff fits me it should be fine. Most likely not my normal attire...like this outfit isn't...but it'll do because beggers can't be chosers."</span>There was a slight shrug with these words that almost made him want to tackle here to the floor and just force her to go shopping. But his indeciveness would be of no use to her. So he just bit his tongue a little , hitting back any thought of going back on his word, or offer. He didn't want to make her feel like she was not good enough for his mom's clothes. In fact it was the opposite, he wanted her to feel worthy of having a new dress and a new wardrobe. But then again maybe this way was the best way to ease her into his life style.<span style="font-style: italic">"I don't care if its new or old...so long as it fits I'm good." </span><br/><br/>" Whatever suits you Rena, if there is any jewelry, or foot ware you need I don't mind buying it on the way." He muttered the words as she walked away not even positive if she even heard him. While she was upstairs doing whatever girl's do when picking out dresses he sat there in meager silence besides the TV. The hum of it was driving the silence he wished to have away, and the story of Jamel just kept showing up like a repetitive lyric ingrained at the back of your head.<br/><br/>At last he heard her footsteps coming down the stairs, more like echoing but still. His body arched up from the lounging position he was in , and with the sound of her footsteps he slowly stood up. Turning carefully when he heard the sound of feet fading.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "I'll need to somehow get dress shoes. I have enough to buy a pair but we'll need to stop by the shoe store. My feet are smaller than your mom's."  </span>There was a moment as she looked down almost in shame then back up. Without waiting for her to speak he hugged her , then let go knowing he overstepped boundaries just a little. Sorta like popping the bubble of personal space.<span style="font-style: italic"> "When do you want me to change into the black dress for the funeral?" </span><br/><br/>" Well , first thing first I want to get you some jewelry, and dress shoes, then you can change at he place before everyone shows up, since my outfit is already there waiting for me. So if you don't mind" A small grin crossed his face. " You can grab the sexy dress that you picked out and bring it o the garage , I'll go start one of my dad's cars" His hands patted her shoulder before he walked towards the kitchen found the hallway , and the door that looked like a closet.<br/><br/>Then he swung the garage door open took the Mercedes key off the key ring, switched on the light , and went to the car. Opened the black car door, stuck the keys in the ignition, and started to jam iris from goo goo dolls.