Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband
Mrs. Gable Said Something I Couldn’t Forget That afternoon, I was sweeping leaves from the porch when my neighbor, Mrs. Gable, walked over. “You’re turning fifty next week, aren’t you?” “On the twelfth.” “Are the kids taking you somewhere nice?” “The Gilded Lantern.” She smiled. “That’s a lovely place.” Then she studied my face. …








