Author's Note:I know this is an extremely short chapter, but it's necessary for the story. Thanks for all of the reviews!
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"Angela, can we please go home now? I'm hungry and my feet hurt!" Brennan begged.
They had been shopping for three hours. One of which was spent getting groceries and dropping them off at Brennan's house. The last two hours had been spent at the mall shopping for clothes, jewelry, and anything else you could imagine. They were now walking past another clothing store, and was trying to talk Angela into leaving before she could realize the store was having a sale.
"Oh no you don't. I know you're trying to avoid the store. Let's go. You need a black dress anyway." Angela kicked herself mentally as soon as she said the last part. It was true, she really did need a black dress, but for Booth's funeral, which she didn't think was happening. Angela knew this would make Brennan mad or upset and tried to change the subject.
"How about we get ice cream for dinner after this?" Angela looked back at Brennan, who had stopped in her tracks at Angela's last comment. She stared at Angela with hurt eyes.
"Why do I need a dress, Ange?" Brennan asked with no expression.
"Forget it, sweetie. You don't need one." Angela tried to brush it away.
"No! I won't forget it Ange! He's not having a funeral because he's not dead! I told you, he's coming home soon!" Brennan was shouting.
"Sweetie, people are staring. Let's go home. Come on." Angela held out her hand.
Brennan just stared at her with watery eyes and backed away. She shook her head in disbelief as she ran the other way.
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