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

he said, turning back toward the stairs. “We wouldn’t want you looking like you’re trying too hard at your age.”

“They were my mother’s,” I said.

“I know whose they were,” he said, his voice carrying back from the stairwell. “I’m just saying, let’s keep things simple.”

He laughed, the quick, dry sound he always made when he was teasing, but I kept my continue reading …