GINEVRA
We spent most of Sunday cleaning up our street and our yard, making our children run back and forth between our place and Pearl"s, passing missives of strength, of certainty of what we had done. The three of them seemed to have a fine time with it.
The short days of October found us there till almost sunset and I longed for my bed, knowing I had to rise early to make my way to Providence in the morning.
“We are not firing you, Ginevra,” Anna said as if somehow that made it all better.
As soon as I entered through the grand door of the Tirocchi Fashion House they had been waiting, ushering me quickly to the design room – strangely empty of other designers – and my drawing table.
Have all the others been given the day off? I wondered at first. No, they had been shushed away; at
