RUSTLES OF clothes escaped the closet as Adda searched with disinterest for an appropriate outfit. She knew her mother wanted a dress, she hadn’t said it but she wanted her daughter in a dress, yet she didn’t like it, and even worse, it was all just after arriving there… Adda sighed, looking through her clothes until finding a white flowery dress with ruffled shoulders and embroidered modest neck. She placed it carefully on the bed, avoiding it wrinkling, and went to pick a second option. She saw her Sunday dress and kept looking through the clothes. Now a new worry floated in her mind.
“Will she make me go to church? I’m sure she will…”
