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Mourning Becomes Electra by Gilda Haber

 
“I was recommended to you by the Special Events department at Nordstrom,” said the breathless Voice on the telephone. “I need a black hat for a funeral. My husband died yesterday.”                                                                                 
“I’m terribly sorry,” I said, “please come in, and I’ll help you. If you don’t see anything you like among the ready-made hats, I’ll design one [...]