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friends laughing in the background, no one knew who she was.
    She took a sip of her iced-tea, realizing with a slight groan that a stack of her father’s new release was on display a few feet away, itching for someone to pass by and pick up a copy of Man of Steel: Modern American Business Men.
    Marigold’s go-to spot at the campus library was now off-limits because Lily was hanging out at Jamestown for her summer Business Intensive. She wanted to avoid that, and any run-ins with old high school classmates, at all costs.
    She turned up the volume of her iPod and glanced around. A guy wearing a straw hat had his back to her. She watched as he picked up her dad’s book, turning it around to read the jacket copy. She knew what it said, Maximillian Archer, NYT Bestselling Author, spent his earlier life he as a steel industry innovator and is now taking his business savvy to the people. Man of Steel explores the pursuit of being your own Industry Superhero.
    The guy put down the book and she swore she heard him give a small chuckle before walking away. Marigold smiled to herself, knowing her father believed his book blurb was irresistible. She thought that theory was presumptuous at best, pompous at worst. The fact that the broad-shouldered guy in hipster-suspenders somehow agreed, pleased her.
    Looking back at her tiny knitting needles, she realized she had missed a row and unraveled a bit of yarn to get back on track. She purled a new row with swift movements, and then another, satisfied with the way the soft camel-colored scarf finished up.
    She glanced at her watch, realizing she needed to head over to Tabitha’s. Her oldest friend, Tabby, was spending the day packing before she left for her summer abroad. Marigold tied off the end of the row, finally finished with the project. Packing up her things, she tossed her empty cup in the trash.
    It was a quick walk to Tabitha’s house and she had promised to meet up with her oldest friend before she left for her summer adventure.  It was the least she could do, considering she’d distanced herself from everyone over the last few months. She needed closure. She wanted to move on.
    The housekeeper let Marigold in and Tabby ran to the door, in her perpetual state of drama. “I’m so glad you’re here. You’re never where you need to be. I wish you would answer your texts like a normal person,” Tabby whined, walking into the foyer, throwing her arms around Marigold.
    Marigold didn’t say anything; she just hugged her friend back. Sometimes words will only come out wrong. Growing apart from someone you’ve known forever is complicated.
    When Tabby pulled away, she took in Marigold’s ensemble. “What are you wearing today?” Her face scrunched up in disapproval.
    “Just some more stuff I found in my granny’s old trunk of clothes, and I kind of reassembled them. I swear you’ve seen this before.”
    “I would’ve remembered this.”
    Marigold twirled, her creamy petticoat skirt making a circle, a lacy camisole layered with a hand-crocheted shawl. Half a dozen necklaces hung to her belly, jingling. Marigold felt like the wind when she moved. She liked being a breeze, ready to shift at any moment.
    “I mean, I guess it’s better than that time you decided to be French mime.”
    “That was in fourth grade.” Marigold shook her head, knowing Tabby was teasing, but it all felt a bit too raw for her, everything did that reminded her of before, when she tried so hard to be seen.
    Now her clothes stood out in a pretty, romantic way, but no one else saw it like that. They assumed this was another fad Marigold was starting. They didn’t see the truth underneath the petticoats and ruffled socks she wore. They assumed the worst.
    The girls walked up the staircase and down the hall. Entering Tabby’s bedroom they were assaulted by an absolute disaster.
    “What happened?” Marigold asked, lifting a pile of clothes heaped by the door and depositing them on the canopied