Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

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“Is that for the cedar trunk in the hall?” Clara asked, her fingernails tapping a rapid rhythm against her phone screen.

“I am not sure,” I said, sighing softly before I answered. I smoothed my black skirt with both hands. “We should wait until Beatrice gets here before we start dividing the silver, Clara.”

“Why wait when I can take this load continue reading …