Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

She was holding the red silk dress against her chest, staring into the dark hallway.

“I am sorry about yesterday, Martha,” Clara said, her voice high and thin. “I was just so worried about the taxes on the house. I did not mean to snap at you.”

“We are all tired, Clara,” I said.

“I only wanted to make sure we did not lose what Mother left us,” Clara continue reading …