pearl buttons down the back. It still smelled faintly of Grandma.
I stood there for a long time, holding it against my chest. Then I remembered the promise I’d made at 18 on that porch, and I didn’t even have to think about it.
I was wearing this dress.
Whatever alterations it took.
I’m not a seamstress, but Grandma Rose had taught me to handle old fabric continue reading …
