Only I dragged leaden feet, my eyes darting fearfully to the door. If anyone discovered what I was doing, it was the end of me
Yelena
I’d never seen Mrs. Dratler so content.
We followed the saleslady single file through the well-lit aisles of Fabriko, bending our heads as we passed jutting-out rolls of fabric. The woman pulled out a roll and patted it.
“Here’s a softer satin, a rich off-white.”
Mrs. Dratler fingered the fabric. “What do you think?” she asked me.
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