“It’s only me in the family line, I suppose.”

I walked over to the low glass coffee table in the very middle of the room.

I set Evelyn’s black leather purse on its polished top.

I opened the metal frame and reached my right hand deep into the dark fabric lining.

My fingers touched the smooth, cool material I had ironed the night before.

I drew the white satin christening gown out into the open air.

I let the fabric slide through my fingers and dropped it softly onto the glass table.