Darla counted out crisp bills on the glass counter one by one while Sadie gazed at herself in the three-way mirror.

Chloe came out from behind the smooth glass counter carrying the long black garment bag in both hands.

She pulled the zipper up to the brass stop at the top with one crisp zip.

“Lay this flat across the back seat on the way home,” Chloe said, handing the thick plastic handles to Sadie.

“Don’t fold it in half.”

Sadie took the bag as if it were made of thin glass, holding it against her coat with both arms.

We walked out the glass doors into the bright late-morning sun on the Sioux Falls sidewalk.