There was a story she told in the clothes she wore. She told it to my mother. My mother told it to me. Navy silk dress with flounce and smart polka dots, slender ankles in ribbon-tied shoes, trim grey flannel skirt with its crisp organza blouse, silver buckles at her feet.
When my mother told the story it was different. She wore a strand of coral beads and an embroidered peasant blouse. Her memories were dressed in cotton and skin: Cat-eye sunglasses. Cat-eyed gaze. Men fell in love with her.
Published on Nov 11, 2010