That Dress
I'm sure I've said somewhere before in one or more of my other stories that I often remembered the dresses my first wife wore and that would spark off other memories. The dress that I remember the most was a white halter neck one she actually made herself. It started out as a paper pattern and a large amount of white material. "So what do you think?" she asked. She had been sitting finishing off the dress in her red silk kimono when she slipped that off and put of the new dress. "Turn...