Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

hem, completely sealed behind the lining.

“Get my sewing basket from the pantry, Peggy,” I said.

Peggy returned in less than a minute with the small wicker basket, its latch squeaking as she opened it on the coffee table. She handed me the small silver embroidery scissors, the ones with the blades shaped like a stork’s beak.

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