She glanced toward the cardigan.
“I didn’t remember the prom dress the way you think I did.”
I looked up.
“Ethan told me.”
She smiled sadly.
“I was awful about it.”
“You were seventeen.”
“That doesn’t make it right.”
“No.”
She took a breath.
“I remember you staying up late.
I remember how tired you were at work the next day.
I remember being angry because the other girls had expensive dresses and I didn’t.”
I nodded.