I’ll have to roll the sewing machine back in my closet to have any room to move at all. How will I finish my reunion dress now?I haven’t been exactly hiding my sewing project from Anna, but I haven’t been advertising it, either. I can make myself a dress if I want; I don’t need a special reason. But she’s cunning, my daughter. She’d know.I shove the machine hard into the closet, and with the thud I feel a memory slam into place.It was my birthday, a frosty day in October. I had the space heater going, but the autumn chill still crept in every time someone opened the door. We could never keep the outside out at the Nee Nance.Robert strutted in the front door of the store with a goofy smile plastered on his face. He still had a piece of toilet paper stuck to his chin where he’d nicked himself that morning. I reached up to flick it off and gave him a quick kiss. Anna was still at school.“C’mere,” he said. “I’ve got something for you.”He’d remembered! A rare treat.
