A dress in the window of the bridal shop caught her eye. For the first time, she screwed up her courage and walked in, glad she was wearing a newer frock instead of an old hand-made outfit. The dress in the window was perfect for an afternoon wedding. Calf-length and white with a bit of lace at neck and hem, not too simple but not at all elaborate. It had three-quarter sleeves, which would be nice now that fall had settled in. It was expensive, but less than the sewing machine. ...