Chapter Twenty-Three
Margaret rarely put on tall heels and stylish dresses. She wore sensible khaki skirts and cotton blouses at the laundry, jeans and wash dresses at home. Tonight was a notable exception - Richie’s high school graduation. She’d taken the day off, had her hair and nails done, and put on a full complement of makeup. She dressed for the event in patent leather heels, pale silk blouse, and tailored navy suit that fit snugly over her large low bustline. At a time when most women had switched to panty hose, Margaret clung to garters and seamed nylons. A navy blue velvet pillbox and net veil completed her dressy look.
When she came down the stairs, Richie was waiting for her. Overcome with pride, he swallowed, twirled, and began to sing in falsetto, “A pretty mom is like a me
