Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

week.”

I stood up slowly, smoothing my skirt once more. “We need to make sure everything is transparent, Clara.”

“Richard has everything under control,” she said.

She did not look at me as she gathered her keys from the desk. I walked out to the sidewalk, the autumn wind blowing dry leaves across the concrete.

Peggy was waiting for me in Mother’s living continue reading …