"Nah," Ginger said, "just looking." She listened to Ruby saying Jessie had always put his foot in his mouth as a boy. "He puts his foot in his mouth about that again, and I'm liable to put my foot up his..."
"Hey, now," Anise laughed, trying to make light of it just a little. "Let's get a dress that Mom would like."
"You remember what she said, right?"
"Yeah. If one of the pack werewolves ever got her and she left before her time, we were not to wear black to her funeral. She used to say if we didn't wear a bright color, she was going to come back and haunt us."
"If it brought her back one more time, I'd wear black for the rest of my life," Ginger said. "So, Ruby, a bright color would be totally disrespectful, wouldn't it? It doesn't feel right, but she hated black. We were gonna wear black, but if we're gonna shop, we need to be sure of what we're really looking for."
"Maybe we get one of each," Anise shrugged.
"And just how many dresses do you think we need?" Ginger frowned. "They'll never fit in our...Oh, never mind."
"We don't have to do that anymore," Anise reminded her. "We're done living out of backpacks."
"Yeah, I know. It's just habit. I just have to keep reminding myself," Ginger said. "So, Ruby, bright colors or black or one of each?"