Chapter 22: E or F

The lingerie store wasn’t large, with a few half-body mannequins wearing lace bras hanging in the glass window. My mother slowed her pace noticeably as she approached the door, glancing between the colorful lace and underwire bras in the window, and her lips twitched slightly.

“Mom has worn pure cotton clothes for forty years,” she said to me in a low voice. “Those with underwires are so uncomfortable.”

”Let’s go in and take a look.”

I pushed her into the store, but didn’t follow her in. I found a folding stool by the door, sat down, put my hands in…