“Grandma?” Sadie said after four miles of empty fence line had gone by.

“Yes, honey, what is it?”

“I really don’t need an expensive dress,” Sadie said.

“I found a blue one at the thrift store by the grain elevator.

Mom said we could shorten the skirt.”

Darla shifted her grip on the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the yellow line ahead.

“That blue dress was twelve years out of style before you turned five,” Darla said.

“And the zipper was broken.”