“Like a salami sandwich. It cost five bucks. I didn’t want to like it, but even before I tried it on, I did. Then when I actually put it on and turned in front of my mother’s full-length mirror, I tried not to smile. It was perfect. Oh, my basic stick figure was there, all right, lurking under the folds of striped taffeta, but still, I looked pretty neat. The dress did things for me. My mother sat back on her heels, surveying the pinnedup hem. “I must say I outdid myself,” she said smugly. “It’s... still too long,” I said. “Absolutely perfect. You’re all set.” “How about shoes? And panty hose?” “Shoes? Panty hose?” my mother repeated as if I’d spoken in Arabic. “Well,” I told her, “my dress was practically free, after all, and you don’t expect me to go to the Rainbow Room in sneakers, do you? And I can’t very well go barefoot, either. So what do you suggest?” “Don’t get snippy,” my mother warned me. Al rang her special ring. I let her in. “How do you like it?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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