Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

to my car now?” Clara asked, her voice rising to a high, thin pitch. “We have three weeks of packing ahead of us and the house needs to be listed.”

“The silver stays on the sideboard,” a low, measured voice said from the doorway.

Beatrice stood there, adjusting her glasses by the bridge. She carried her leather handbag tucked tightly under her arm, her continue reading …