A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade

I went over to the dining chair.

My canvas grocery tote was sitting on the seat.

I picked up the thick plastic package from the counter.

I opened the top of the canvas bag.

I tucked the waterproof sleeve into my canvas grocery tote.

I left the canvas bag sitting on the hall table and opened the front door.

The morning air pushed warm against the porch screens.

The wooden boards creaked under my shoes as I went out to the railing.