nodded. “I will be there. Now take a look around, and let me know if you need my help with anything.”
Kristen smiled and rejoined her sisters. They had always liked her advice when it came to shopping. Kayla had once told her she was jealous that somehow she always managed to look like she stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. Even though they shopped at the same place, they always managed to have a different look.
Kristen tended to gravitate more toward the feminine-yet-modern-chic look, always wearing some shade of pink and a skirt. Keirra had more of the casual look mixed with a little athletic flare, always wearing jeans or khaki pants with a sweater, casual blouse or T-shirt. Kayla went for the professional look for the most part. She was always wearing nice slacks or skirts with a nice blouse or shirt. She was pretty certain Kayla owned three pairs of jeans at the most, complaining that she didn’t like how restrictive they were. Even though this was the case, there were always times when they strayed from the norm. Kristen had a way of putting outfits together for them to bring out the best look.
Kristen looked down at the two shirts that she held and grinned. “I think I have everything I want.”
Kayla put a shirt back on the rack. “I am right behind you.”
“Thank goodness,” Keirra called out in relief.
“It doesn’t mean we’re going to go to Sam’s,” Kristen teased.
Keirra turned to face them. “Oh, you two can be such pains in the ass.”
Kayla smirked. “I would rather have a pain in my ass than weight on it.”
It was Keirra’s turn to roll her eyes. “Oh, please, you run a mile or two every day.”
“Yes, I would like it if I didn’t have to make it three or four.”
Kristen laughed. “Give it up, Keirra. You—” Her cell phone rang cutting her off. She frowned when she saw Randy’s number. She looked at her sisters. “It’s Randy.”
Keirra rolled her eyes while Kayla gave her a pointed look. “Are you going to answer it?”
Kristen shook her head at Kayla. “No, I’m not ready to talk to him yet.”
Kayla sighed with exasperation. “Your obsession with avoidance isn’t going to help in this situation.”
She gave Kayla a warning look. “I don’t have—”
Her phone rang again, cutting her off, but it was a text message. She groaned, opening the message. Scanning it, she gasped. She hit the button to redial Randy’s number. When he answered, she sighed. “I hope this isn’t an attempt to get me to talk to you.”
She heard him exhale softly. “No, it isn’t. Mr. Feldon had a heart attack.”
She almost dropped the phone. “When? Is he okay?”
Her sisters interrupted at her horrified expression.
“What is it?” Kayla asked.
“Is it Wade?” Keirra added.
She shook her head at her sisters. “Hang on a second, Randy. No, it’s Mr. Feldon. Randy said he has had a heart attack.”
Her sisters gasped. Kirsten and her sisters had spent a lot of time in his office, and most of the time, they hadn’t been in trouble. Outside the few times when they had been in trouble and deserved to be in the office, they had gone to him in need of advice—fatherly advice they couldn’t get anywhere else, and Mr. Feldon had been happy to give it when he could. If he couldn’t give them advice, he had always led them in the direction of someone who could. Because of that, they had always appreciated him. Up until a year ago they had maintained very regular contact with him. After that it seemed like everyone had been swept up in their respective lives, and they had lost contact.
While she got the rest of information from Randy, she was in search of Mandi. When she found her, she and her sisters dumped their clothes into her hands.
“Mandi, is there any way you can hold these items for us? We need to get to the hospital.”
Mandi looked at them