My Late Father Warned Me In A Dream Not To Wear My Husband’s Gift And The Truth Was Hidden In The Lining

and walked her to the door. Then I stood alone in the bedroom looking at the dress hanging on its padded hanger.

Perhaps it was just a double stitch. Perhaps it was reinforcement to prevent stretching. Perhaps I was a woman in the grip of a foolish dream about her dead father, seeing shadows where there were none.

I went to the dresser. I found the continue reading …