Abernathy gestured at Sunny as if to say see! He doesn't care! This battle was already lost though. "Oh hell no," she said looking at the same shoes Bobby poked. "There's no way. I'd fall over and make a giant spectacle of myself. I'm already going to get stared at with my glorious mosquito net."
She moved to another section of the shoes. "Flats," she said plainly. "Flatly flat flats."
"Flats are perfectly fine," she said brightly. "I bet we can find you a cute shiny pair," she said already busy at work in the shoes. She pulled four boxes out for inspection and handed them over to Abernathy. "You finding anything?" she asked.
His eyes went wide. "Oh jeez, no. I wouldn't want you to wear those." He moved away from the big heels a little too fast, and knocked over a display of more of them. "Ahh, shit. I mean damn. Crap!"
He let the girls move over to the 'flats' area while he stacked the shoes he'd upended haphazardly on a table, eyes darting about for annoyed salespeople. See, they couldn't even stand up on their own; people shouldn't be wearing them. When finished, he slunk over behind Sunny.
"Why does everything have bows on it?" Abernathy complained rather loudly, tossing another pair of shoes back into a box when she realized it was an open toed flat with a big bow at the heel. She slammed the lid shut. "This. Is. Horrible. Who wears this crap?"
She was so absorbed in the fashion offending shoes that she didn't even notice Bobby turning their little sideshow into a three ring circus.
"Ugh, bows," Sunny commented pulling a little face. "Shoes are so hard to find," she shook her head. "They're either too flashy or ridiculous looking." She pulled a few more boxes, some of them were metallic, some were shiny, and there were no bows, no flowers, no frou frou.
"What about shiny chucks?" Bobby asked helpfully. "They're flat and shiny!" Sunny gave him a withering look, and he clammed up again. "This is your own fault for bringing me shopping. Boys don't know shit about shoes." And, picking up another massive platform monstrosity, adding, "Though, I don't think a lot of shoemakers do either. It's a freaking doorstop!"
She picked through the various boxes Sunny handed her. There was a pair of silver flats in her size, another pair of black and white checkerboard, and a pair in shiny purple. She tried a left shoe on each time and turned her foot this way and that
"It's a piece of modern art," she joked. Doubtless, Sunny and Bobby knew her opinion of modern art.
Abby was settling on the purple shoe and put all the ones she'd tried on back into their various boxes. "I think I'm set," she said, though she was certain Sunny would try to talk her into some other accessory. Poor Bobby would really start to whine soon; she didn't want to deal with that.