Celeste
I knew what I needed to do in order to remedy the situation with my dress.
The next night, after I had fished the cornflower blue dress out of the garbage and kept it hidden in a box in my closet all night, I fished it out. I practically gagged at the smell, and prayed that the stains hadn’t sat there for too long.
My brother was out, but he would be home soon. I only just got home after my classes for the day; I had to be fast. Quickly and quietly, like a mouse, I ran to the bathroom and got to work.
I found an article online with instructions on how to get stains out of satin fabric, and I followed those instructions to the letter.
The cold water ran over my hands as I scrubbed at the delicate fabric of the dress.
The memory of the trash can's pungent ar
