A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade

I reached in and took out the canvas grocery tote.

The coarse fabric felt sturdy in my hands.

I laid the tote on the leather desk pad.

I reached into the drawer again and took out the special waterproof phone sleeve I’d bought at the electronics store.

The thick plastic was perfectly clear.

It had a heavy black sealing clasp along the top.

I set the sleeve down beside the canvas bag.

I ran my fingers across the plastic.