During Our Fourth of July Cookout, My Sister-in-Law Snuck Into the Garage—What Fell From Her Skirt Made Me Go Pale

the tall cabinet in the garage? The one near the extra chairs?”

I nodded. “I’ll lock them up.”

I slipped the pearls back into the satin pouch and held them carefully, as if the wrong movement might disturb all the memories attached to them.

Just then, a car door slammed outside.

Elaine and I both looked toward the window.

Melissa.

Three hours early.

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