I dy couldn’t take her eyes off the jacket. Every fiber of her body tensed as she stepped closer to the chair and stretched out her hand.

“Go fetch Idy” she heard Mrs. Renard say in the back room. Idy’s hand shot back.

“What for?” Fay demanded.

“I need her help applying these skins.”

“Come on Ma let me help. I can do a better job than her!”