Standing in front of Lisa’s closet, Brett peers in with something akin to horror - or quite possibly admiration.
“I don’t know how she does it,” he says. He shakes his head just once and looks at Leo at his side.
Leo meets his eyes, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “I gave up trying to understand long ago. I mean, according to the laws of physics, she should break her ankles at least once a week just walking in these things. And she dances in them.”
“I’ve never even seen her stumble.”
“Me neither. Maybe women have an extra gene or something.”
“Maybe it’s magic,” Brett says in his most serious tone. “There’s a spell on all of these.” He gestures at the wide assortment of high heels laid out like a rainbow in front of them. “It can’t possibly be—”
“Shoes!” Lisa calls in from the other room. “I’m waiting!”
Brett glances at Leo again and whispers, “What color?”
Leo looks just as much at a loss as Brett feels. “How about we just convince her to stay in?”