Or the last? It’s easy when you look back over the years and say, “Oh yes, it all went wrong there.” But in the moment you never can tell. I stumbled when I saw The Dress. Many women natter on about the perfect black dress. They’re fools. Black is the absence of light and the color of mourning. The Dress made the “perfect little black dress” want to curl into a ball on the closet floor. Hanging in the window of Decorus Petalo, The Dress flashed between unicorn silver and the fire of sunset over the open ocean. The Dress promised greatness if I dared. A shiver ran down my spine in the crisp fall afternoon. “What are you mooning over this time?” Tabitha said. She was an old school witch, which meant she had the money to buy The Dress and someplace to wear it. Our classmates often speculated, loudly and in my presence, why a witch with such wonderful blood lines would slum with someone like me.
What do You think about Shots At Redemption (2012)?
