Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

that had always made our mother offer him a second slice of peach pie.

He touched the gold band of his wrist watch, turning it slightly toward his sleeve, before leaning over to whisper something in his assistant’s ear.

“He thinks we are here to sign the standard waiver,” Jane murmured, her fingers clutching her small leather notebook against her collarbone.continue reading …