Mr. Pruitt walked up the stairs, stopping one step below me. “She kept it all these years?” He reached out and touched the fabric. It barely seemed like he was looking at me. It was more like he was looking through me. “You knew my mom used to wear this?” He smiled. “I bought it for her.” His hand fell from my shoulder strap. She kept it all these years. “You look just as gorgeous as she did.”
