Princesa (Fiction, July 2017)

          Usually, the girls were quiet when he picked them up to be initiated. Not this one. Eduardo struggled to remember her name. Elena, Darlene? Something with E at the beginning or the end.
           "Blue or yellow?" she asked him, holding two lacy tank tops to her chest.
         “I don’t care,” Eduardo told her again, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He felt the smooth metal of his car keys and clenched them tightly in his left fist, hoping to renew his patience. This was at least the hundredth outfit choice she had asked him to make. This was at least the hundredth time he had told her that he didn’t care.

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