Girlfriends
The store was located in the oldest part of downtown Springfield. A metal sign attached to the brick front proclaimed Johnson’s Fine Foundations & Undergarments. A little after 5:00 PM one spring afternoon, Heather Green was in one of the fitting rooms tight-lacing one of the store’s best customers Mrs. Wolski into a custom-made corset. When she had tightened the lacing to Mrs. Wolski’s satisfaction, the matron turned to her.
“I’ve known you since you were a little girl, Heather. I’ve known your mother even longer.” She gestured impatiently at Heather. “Come here, stand in front of me. Open your blouse. I want to have a look at you.”
“Mrs. Wolski… Why?”
“You’re a very pretty girl and still single I might add. I want to see how you are developing.” Heather reluctantly unbut
