“Here, try these on,” his mother said, hanging another pair of jeans on the change room door. Owl grabbed, gave them a hard shake and pulled them on.
“They’re fine,” he said to the door. “Can we go now?”
There was no answer. He pushed the mirrored door open and leaned out. He saw his mother twisting her hair with a finger and flirting with the department store manager.
He bundled his old pants and snuck out of the change room. Sprinting from clothing rack to clothing rack, Owl made his way upstairs to the electronics section and watched TV.