“We found something yesterday,” I said.

“A navy blue dress.

Sadie’s working on fitting it tonight.”

The line was quiet for a long while.

Over the speaker I heard the heavy metal click of Darla fiddling with the clasp on her leather handbag, something she always did when she sat at her kitchen table working through a decision.

“A navy blue dress,” Darla said.

“Where’d you buy it?”

“Just a shop here in town,” I said.