Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

both hands. “You told me you never heard of them.”

Clara laughed, a sharp, quick sound that did not reach her eyes, and slipped her phone into her purse.

“You are making a mountain out of a molehill, Martha, it is a simple business deal,” she said.

“The farm is worth more than fifty thousand dollars,” Beatrice said, her voice dropping into the low, measured continue reading …