No witness who could explain where she had gone.
Nothing.
The last thing Nora had been wearing was a turquoise beach cover-up my mother had sewn for her that spring. BookBeach Resorts
It was made of lightweight cotton and loose enough to wear over a swimsuit.
Inside the bottom hem, my mother had embroidered Nora’s initials.
N. V.
On the first day of that vacation, Nora caught one corner of the fabric on a piece of driftwood and tore it.
My mother repaired the damage herself.
But instead of trying to hide the patch, she stitched a tiny yellow sun over it.
The sun was slightly crooked.
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