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We had to be careful though, because sometimes treasures were mixed in with the junk. One time Enid found an alligator purse in a garbage bag filled with worn blankets and sheets. The same day I found a pair of black leather gloves with the price tag still on. It was a typical June day — sunny, hot, and humid according to the weather network — muggy, sweaty and unbearable according to those of us who worked without air conditioning. She was gazing at the window display.

It was one of our best.

Open Wounds, Secret Obsessions

We had dressed the mannequins in sleeveless floral shifts and bathing suits, then added paperbacks for dog-day reading, plastic glasses on trays, lawn chairs and a wading pool. She was about my height, in her early twenties I would guess, and looked as cool as a popsicle, in a powder blue silk suit with matching purse and shoes. She hesitated in the doorway and then walked purposefully up to the counter. No one was there. Martha had finished her cigarette and dashed off to the drug store across the street to get some tampons.

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Yes, I think so, she said in a voice so quiet I could hardly hear her. You see, I have this. She laid a big white box, embossed in gold with the words Dream Shoppe , on the counter. Silver filigree embroidered roses covered the bodice. Tiny rosebud-shaped glass buttons started at the waist and went up to the exquisitely formed scoop neckline.

She lifted it gently out of the box, removing sheet after sheet of delicately scented tissue paper. For a moment she smiled as she held the gown in front of her. The satin skirt billowed out into a five-foot long lace train. Then brusquely, she thrust the gown back into its box. Brand new, never worn, she said.

For the store, I mean, to sell. I just hope someone gets more happiness out of it than I did.

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I gazed at the gown in the box. If only, I thought.

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Then just as quickly banished the idea from my mind. Martha and Enid returned and found me in a daze. I showed them the gown and told them about the woman in blue. We decided to change the window display right away. Usually we wait until Thursday, but a garment such as this deserved special treatment. We ransacked the store looking for accessories that would do justice to the gown. By quitting time, we had all the elements together: white pumps, a sequined evening bag, a peach-coloured gown for the mother of the bride, a floral dress for the flower girl, a couple of wine glasses, a lace tablecloth and a slightly tarnished silver candelabra.

Like little girls playing with a dollhouse, we spent all the next morning arranging our bridal window. By noon it was done. It looked absolutely fabulous. Before it was finished, each of us had taken turns trying on the dream dress and posing like mannequins in the window display. With her tousled golden hair, flushed cheeks and joyous smile, she looked like Glinda, the good witch in The Wizard of Oz. In the photo, she looked as fragile as a porcelain figurine. It fitted perfectly.

It was unreal. I looked like Princess Di. If only I could broach the subject with Mike. Maybe just showing him the pictures would change his mind. The first week that it stood in the window, the gown was never far from our thoughts or conversation.

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We wondered about the woman who had brought it in. And we had to decide what to charge for it. If we charge too much, somebody who really needs it might not be able to afford it, she said. Like the lottery, she said, we'll sell tickets for five dollars and then pick a winner.