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Naomi sighed. This was ridiculous. She’d been married for 16 years. Why was she still worrying about what her sisters-in-law thought about her?

A wanderer and a vagabond, that’s what he was. A person with no place, no family, no one waiting for him to come home

“Think about it,” he continued. “Why do you think Mr. Greenbaum made up that whole contest in the first place?”

A quick calculation in my head — fabric, beadwork, sewing, overhead, markup — and I estimated the gown would cost in the 18k range. “Nuts,” I muttered

What sort of scale were they working with to think that she and her husband didn’t qualify for something, anything! Middle-class misery

“What, they’ll sit with you on a park bench eating falafel, like street kids with no home?”