The Dead Lady’s Coat: A Mother’s Day Mystery Short Story
by Joan Leotta
My widowed Mom’s delight is treasure hunting. She is a regular at thrift shops and spends most of her Saturday morning at garage sales. She does not confine the pleasure of her bargains to herself, but often buys items and gives them away. "I just knew it was right for “blank blank” so I had to buy it," is how she usually begins her post garage sale call to me every Saturday. Last week, my name is the one that filled in the blanks.
