GENRE: YA Mystery
I found it impossible to pick a favorite, until I saw the strapless taffeta dress hanging inside Mrs. Kline’s meticulous closet. Nancy, my mother’s best friend, insisted I wear one of her original designs to my first homecoming dance. As if I’d say no.
“This is it.” I couldn’t keep the grin off my face.
Nancy ran her fingers over the dress. “This material was imported from India.”
I stood in front of the mirror with the gown on, fidgeting and pretending to admire myself.
“Is everything all right, Taylor?” Nancy asked.
“I love the dress, but for sure I’ll be pulling it up all night.”
“No worries, I’ll add a little padding, make a few tucks, and no one will have to know.” Nancy maneuvered her wheelchair behind the sewing machine. Her career as a fashion designer ended after the automobile accident that killed her husband also left her paralyzed from the waist down.
“Taylor, I have some costume jewelry, exceptionally good imitation, that I know will interest you. There’s a tall dresser in my guest room. I think the second drawer.” She paused. “Maybe the third. Help yourself, while I finish up here.”
“No. Really?” Hello, sparkle.
I ran into the room, opened the first drawer and sitting right on top, I found an envelope marked adoption papers. My adrenaline started pumping fast, and this little voice in my head said, ‘Do not open.’ But, the rest of me said, ‘Heck yes, open and read.’