Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

“We have three boxes of English breakfast tea left,” Peggy said, holding up a red tin. “And some ginger biscuits from the bakery.”

“Make a full pot, Peggy,” I said, reaching for the white ceramic kettle.

I filled the kettle at the sink, the water running cold and clear over my fingers. Through the window, I could see Beatrice and Jane walking toward continue reading …