Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

my voice barely louder than a whisper.

I took the dress off quickly, as if I were stealing it, and dressed in my own clothes again. My old shirt felt thin and stiff.

At the counter, I counted out seven twenty-dollar bills from the envelope in my purse, the money I had saved from selling my hand-knitted blankets at the autumn fair.

The saleswoman folded continue reading …