Allegra packed the little leather shoe back in its box and reached for another container.

“It’s in the box to your right,” Ginevra said, startling Allegra so much she nearly fell off the stepladder.

“You’re so jumpy lately,” Ginevra observed. “Are you getting enough sleep?”

“I’m fine,” Allegra said. “Which box?”

“The one with the red label.”

How do you know that? Allegra wondered and was not surprised when her great-grandmother answered the unspoken thought.

“I was here when your father packed the shoes away.”

Allegra found the box and tugged out the boots, which were stored with half a dozen other pairs of ankle boots in a rainbow array of colors. The croc-skin ones looked...

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