Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

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Peggy twisted her silver wedding band around her finger, her eyes fixed on the delicate fabric. “No, but Richard called me about an hour ago.”

I stopped folding. “What did he want?”

“He asked if we had opened the cedar trunk yet,” Peggy said, her voice soft and worried. “He sounded very formal, Martha.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I lied,” Peggy said,continue reading …