Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

glasses pushed up to the bridge of her nose. The yellow document lay open between our two teacups, its edges curling slightly in the warm air from the oven.

“This is the unredacted purchase agreement for the eighty-acre parcel,” Beatrice said, her finger tracing the bottom line. “Look at the buyer’s signature.”

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