The Woman in My Dress
She got to two.
The door opened.
She heard him laugh — she knew that laugh, the low one, the private one, the one that had disappeared out of her house sometime around the second year — and then she heard a second voice.
A woman’s.
“—smells incredible.
Is that from Aurelio’s?”
“It’s from Aurelio’s.”
Maya’s hand found the curtain and closed on it.