Jae came smiling out of Bloomingdale’s, skipped across Michigan Avenue against the light.
Jae always got like this when she shoplifted.
Jae said it was a better high than glass, even.
She reached down into her jacket and pulled out a long silk scarf embroidered with green and white birds.
“Those dumb fucks never knew what hit them!” she laughed. “I’m like a goddamned cat.”
“A scarf?”
“Hermes, baby. Look at the tag.”
“Holy shit. Five hundred bucks? You gotta be kidding.”
“Snagged it off a mannequin. I know what to look for.”
Jae spit towards the store. “Dumb fucks.”