Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

metal had rested against her skin for forty years.

“Where is Grandma’s necklace, Clara?” I asked.

Clara’s hand went to her collarbone, her fingers tapping against her bare skin. “It is at the jeweler’s. The clasp was getting loose. I did not want to lose it.”

“The jeweler on Main Street closed three months ago,” I said.

“I took it to the mall in Lansing,continue reading …