Beverly always dressed in similar attire. She likely thought this was my favorite era since I dressed in a contemporary version of custom-made suits from the 1940s and because I often listened to music of that era to wind down. It’s what I liked to have playing in the bookstore for customers in our lounge area. It had always circled in the back of my mind that she was imitating my likes, probably in some effort to become more appealing to me. She probably thought draping herself in this bygone era would somehow attract my attention.
