J.J.'s mother then said, "Now it is time to shop for shoes."
It was all J.J. could do not to groan. While he didn't want to admit that he had been having fun, he was getting a bit tired of shopping and wanted to get home. Still, he knew (due to his mother's wish) that he needed to buy shoes to go with his Prom Gown.
The three of them, armed with a small piece of cloth from the girl's gowns, entered the shoe store and were soon being helped by a young man, not too much older than were the teens.
"How may I help you?" He asked.
J.J.'s mother answered for the trio. "The girls need to get some shoes to match their Prom Gowns."
"Of course. You have swatches?" He asked.
'Swatches?' J.J. wondered. 'Oh yeah, the small pieces of cloth.'
"We do." J.J.'s mother said. "I don't want the girls to have too high of heels."
'High heels?' J.J. thought.
"How high of heels do you want to consider?" The sales clerk asked J.J.'s mother.
"I was thinking no more than
