Erinn had never been so embarrased in her life. Ok, that was an exaggeration. Maybe she should just limit it to her most embarrassing moment so far in law school. What on earth! Her, of all people! Short dress! Haba!
She wished she could lay hands on the tailor who had made her dresses. She had specifically told her, ‘make sure everything is below the knee’ ‘these clothes are for Law School’ and yet all the clothes had been delivered short of her instructions.
And now here she was, stopped for the second time because the Chief Marshall thought her dress was short. Her friends passing by were all asking what was wrong and gaping in shock when they heard that her dress was the culprit. Because, Erinn was always, always proper.
So Erinn smiled and begged and smiled some more. She said yes to everything Papa Ejima said. There was no pride in this situation. And just when she thought she could beg no more… ‘My daughter, don’t do this again. You know the right to do. Oya go inside’.