A Satin Christening Gown Hidden Away in a Texas Cedar Chest
“Your mother wrote down her wishes in her church ledger.”
“My mother kept a satin gown in a cardboard box locked up in her cedar chest,” I said.
Higgins took a quick step back, and his heel caught on the red brick edging of the flower bed.
“You’re overcome with grief, Ona,” he said, glancing around the empty garden to see if anybody was watching from the parish house.
“Losing your mother after ninety-five years causes terrible confusion in a daughter’s mind.”
“She never put that dress in the ground, Glenn,” I said.