“So whatchyu gonna get, Missus Violet?” Rory asked. “A purdy new dress and some good shoes?”
Violet shook her head. “No more dresses for me. I’m sick of falling over my own skirts in a scramble. No, I think I’m gonna get me a nice pair of pants and a hat to keep me from burnin’ up in this damned sun.” She squinted at the clear sky, the daylight glaring against the metal shop signs. “It’ll be worse in the summer time, I bet.”
“Here we is!”
Looking down, Violet was presented with a shop and a sign that read: VAN BUREN FINE BOOTS AND WARES. A mannequin figure sat next to the open door, wearing a cow skinned jacket, undershirt, and neck tie. From the edge of the porch roof, a delicate pink dress fluttered in the wind. Violet gave Rory an approving nod, and the two stepped inside.
“Hello?”
