“I don’t even know if I should be going at all,” I said, holding my purse against my hip.

Susan pulled a heavy wooden hanger off the rack and held it up.

The dress was tailored silk in a deep shade of dark blue, with simple fitted sleeves and a silver zipper running down the back.

“This is the blue dress you were admiring through the window three weeks ago,” Susan said.

“Before Max made that comment about your waist.”

“It costs too much,” I said, reaching out to touch the heavy fabric.