Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

her lap.

Across the center carpeted aisle, Richard sat at the defense table, his leather briefcase open like a dark jaw on the polished wood.

His assistant, a young woman in a gray suit that looked too large for her, was leafing through a stack of white legal-size folders.

Richard looked back at us once, his face wearing that familiar, expansive warmth continue reading …