me.
Straight to Richard.
Every irritated word waiting in my throat disappeared.
Daniel put both hands on the casket.
“Why are you dressed like that at your father’s funeral?”
His shoulders folded.
“I’m sorry, Dad. I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.”
He bent over the casket and cried with a kind of helplessness I hadn’t seen since he was a child.
Nobody whispered anymore.
I stood behind him, stunned.
“I’m sorry, Dad. I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.”
Whatever the dress meant, it wasn’t mockery.
During the service, Daniel sat two seats away from me.
I kept glancing at the dress.
Something about it bothered me beyond the obvious.
Whatever the dress meant, it wasn’t mockery.
The color.
The little fabric-covered buttons.
A tiny snag near the waist.
I knew that dress.
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I knew that dress.
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