Her new jacket

Luna’s sewing herself a new jacket. She burst upstairs, happy as a bug, modeling the half-finished garment, its greenish trim sewn in here but not there. It was a Seventies pattern (she loves anything vintage). Larae had given her the brown fabric which I admired. I admired too the cut of the collar.

“Best of all,” she said, “it hides my stomach!”

I bet she’ll wear it to the ballet tomorrow. From her studio downstairs, a sewing machine (or serger?) clanks and clicks.