Aunt Dottie opened her front door and stepped back, her mouth dropping open.
“What?” I asked, hoping I’d impressed her. Besides the grocery store I’d taken an Uber to Stony Point Fashion Park and ravaged the sales rack in the men’s department at Saks. Some people shopped to make themselves feel better, but I did it when I was optimistic. The good news about the remix job coupled with the message from Aunt Dottie to dress up spurred me on. I’d bought a simple white polo shirt and black slacks, but what I loved was the embroidered red jacket.
“You look like a different person than the one who arrived a few days ago.” She stood back to let me in then led me to the kitchen, passing a few people in her living room. Aunt Dottie looked magnificent as always, and today she was wearing a man’s su
