GINEVRA
“Whatever you need of me, Pearl,” I said words I had been saying for two months. They didn"t need saying except that she needed to hear them. She and Peter and Mary were the members of my family that had become my first concern, second only to my own, but even over the responsibilities of my work.
I was so thankful for them – the Tirocchi sisters, my employers – for their understanding. Immigrant Italian sisters who not only owned one of the only female-owned fashion houses in the country but one of the most successful. For the moment, they could spare my hands on needle and fabric and they allowed me to send my designs to them by post. It was not an arrangement they would accept for too much longer, I didn"t think; work on the fall line would soon be a demanding task.
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