“Look, you had on some old button-up shirt and cheap scuffed shoes.

Where did you even find those clothes?”

“Margaret and I went to a thrift store outside the city,” I said.

“We drove out there yesterday morning.”

“Look, the blue silk dress Vanessa bought you was hanging right there in your closet,” Ethan said.

“And you chose to dress like a homeless stranger.”

I touched my collarbone.

The evening breeze stirred the leaves of the big oak by the front gate.