Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

Peggy,” I said.

“She always was the one who wanted to make a quick profit,” Peggy said, looking toward the hallway. “But she would not hurt us.”

“I hope not,” I said.

The gravel parking lot behind Richard’s office was cast in deep purple shadows by the time Beatrice parked her Buick near the hedge. She adjusted her glasses by the bridge, staring through continue reading …