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Back at the old place, a couple of my dresses mildewed in the closet. One of them was the one that I wore to my night at the opera with my mother. Naturally, as soon as I unpacked my closet, I took those dresses to the dry cleaner a couple of blocks away from the Devil Girl House.
The new dry cleaner seems to be slower and more expensive than my old one, but the dresses look perfect. The one that I wore to the opera is black with a knee-length skirt and short sleeves, so it's perfect for a funeral in Florida. I'm ready.
Edited to add: I might want to wear more sedate shoes to the funeral than I did that night. The accessories and makeup, though, will be as close to identical as I can make them.
The new dry cleaner seems to be slower and more expensive than my old one, but the dresses look perfect. The one that I wore to the opera is black with a knee-length skirt and short sleeves, so it's perfect for a funeral in Florida. I'm ready.
Edited to add: I might want to wear more sedate shoes to the funeral than I did that night. The accessories and makeup, though, will be as close to identical as I can make them.
