Quitting Dolce

         As she walks down Park Avenue on her way home from work, Lilly sneaks a peak at the Dolce and Gabbana display window where the new fall line is displayed. 

         I know I shouldn't...but it's SO beautiful.

         The gray tweed suit felt solid and heavy when she touched it.  Lilly lifted the sleeve to her face to feel the fabric.  As she does , she notices a silk salmon blouse that would rock her office wardrobe.  And a black leather belt with matching booties that would go divinely with the slacks she bought last week. 

         What am I DOING?  I'm already up to my eyeballs in debt and I would like to move out of Dad's house one day...

         Her mind's racing, half of it screaming, "Get OUT!" and the other half sweetly whispering, "It won't be so bad."  She takes a step away from the suit, feeling like an recovered alcoholic stepping away from a drink.  Then she takes another. 

Lilly turns on her very expensive Christian Louboutin heels and scurries out, trying not to look like a child with her hand caught in the proverbial cookie jar when a saleswoman says, "Oh, Lilly! It's nice to see you again!  Would you like to try on that suit?".  Lilly glances back with longing as she crosses the threshold and onto the sidewalk.