A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade

My fingers closed on the thick plastic of the waterproof phone sleeve.

I drew the sleeve out and held it up in the fading light.

Through the clear plastic window, the recording app was still showing its red circle.

I tapped the square on the screen to end the recording, then tapped the triangle to play it back at full volume.

The sound was surprisingly clear in spite of the heavy plastic.

Vanessa’s voice rang out from the phone in my hand.