The Whitcombs or more likely, Mrs. Whitcomb, invited me to a small luncheon at their summer place on Cape Cod. There was a morning train that ran down...the cape where guests would be picked up and driven to the beach house. An afternoon train would take us all back to Boston in time for dinner. I knew the service well since I owned thirty percent of it.The summer weather was fine, with high clouds and a soft offshore breeze keeping the air cool enough even in the sun. Several people had brought. "I have nothing to wear," I look sadly down at the bathing sheet I swiped from the bathhouse. Again."You'll be fine," he comforts me with a pat on my shoulder.I just huff at him and stalk into the bedroom to put on my one outfit that has not been burned.I realize that I am going to have to do something about my clothing situation. I have nothing but the outfit that Gwen lent me and my nightgown. And I have no idea how I would go about making something. I come from an age where you went to the. More

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