Annie loved to wear the chiffon dresses her mother used to possess. Bright yellow dandelion, shimmery ocean blue, deepest cobalt. She would match the colour with a necklace, shoes and a handbag.
Dresses and jewelry were packed away in the farthest corner of the basement. Playing sleuth, she uncovered these treasures.
Late at night, when she was sure no one could hear, she put a record on the old player, and listened to the dulcet sounds surround her.
On humid nights, the dresses clung to her sweaty skin. Still, she might dance until the vitellus morning light crept through the grimy windows.
She recognized these were the halcyon days. Soon, she would be working nights, earning money like her mother did to buy those chiffon dresses.