Michelle stuck her head out from the walk-in closet and complained, “Oh my God, there is so much! Why do you let me buy all this stuff?”

I sputtered, “Let? Let! I don’t let you do anything, babe. You do what you want. And you want to buy clothes — and shoes. Lots of shoes.”

After sauntering out of the closet, she stood before me in nothing but her bra, panties and two mismatched shoes.

“Only one can stay,” she declared.

“Is this like the gladiators? A fight to the death?”

“I’m serious. I’m reducing my shoes and clothes by 50 percent. So I can find things. So I won’t be so overwhelmed.”

I nodded, studying her long, lean legs. The left ended in a red wedge pump. The right ended in a bright... Leer Más