When I pulled it from a box of tangled odds and ends left behind by my fashionable college housemate and held it up to the light, I couldn’t imagine Zoe wearing such a shapeless thing with square pockets and three flat brown buttons. Maybe it was her mother’s… or grandmother’s. I tossed the outdated sweater back into the box marked Salvation Army. We’d just moved to Montana from Southern California and had no idea what the weather would serve up. […]
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