It’s A Habit I Have

Pete's mother made tablecloths thirty or forty years ago out of long pieces of bright, floral fabric. They are simply done, but the seams are straight and the corners crisp. My mother laughed when she saw them. I said, "Sylvia made those." My mother, who knew Sylvia well and misses her, stopped laughing and ran her fingers gently around the petals, around and around.

Pete’s mother made tablecloths thirty or forty years ago out of long pieces of bright, floral fabric. They are simply done, but the seams are straight and the corners crisp. My mother laughed when she saw them. I said, “Sylvia made those.” My mother, who knew Sylvia well and misses her, stopped laughing and ran her fingers gently around the petals, around and around.

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