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“I’ll meet you back at the Jeep,” Ivy said as Shelly pulled into a parking space on Main Street. While they could have walked to the village, carrying the vintage wedding dress would have been cumbersome.
“Sounds good. Then we can go to Java Beach and the hardware store.” After Shelly parked, she hurried to the shoe repair shop to pick up her gardening boots. The old soles had come loose.
While her sister did that, Ivy carried the dingy wedding dress, lace coat, and extra lace into the Laundry Basket, a dry cleaner and alterations shop. Everything needed to be freshened.
When she stepped inside, the fresh aroma of lavender and laundry detergent reminded her of her mother’s linen closet. A capable looking woman with steel-gray hair stood behind the counter.
“Welcome to the Laundry Ba
