Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

line. “Did you read the letter again last night, Martha?”

“I did,” I said.

“The part about you,” Peggy said, her voice dropping. “She was right, you know. We would have let Richard take everything if you hadn’t kept us focused.”

“We all had our part,” I said, though my mind went back to the letter hidden in the green woolen dress. My mother’s words about continue reading …