She dressed in clothes that not only belong in this century, but that are ahead of all the trends I see other girls wearing. She and Rendόn are laughing while he tries to figure out who she dressed up for. He lists guy after guy, and points at them while naming them. The guys all cluster around her while she laughs and shoots them down, one after another. I hate them, far more than I hate the woman who banished my family because she was insecure. I hate the boys because they can be close to, be loved by her.