Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

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Beatrice sat straight-backed in the armchair, her fingers resting near the bridge of her glasses, her eyes fixed on the heavy cedar trunk that still sat by the hallway door.

The gravel outside crunched under tires, but it was not the quiet arrival of Jane or Peggy.

Two car doors slammed in quick succession, followed by continue reading …