Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

me in the corner booth, her red silk dress draped over the vinyl seat next to her.

“You are going to give yourself ulcers,” Clara said, interrupting my thought with a rapid, high-pitched question. “Why can you not just let Richard handle the probate without all this digging?”

She tapped her fingernails against her phone screen, a fast, rhythmic clicking continue reading …