THE GREEN DRESS
Pamela Pres c o tt exited the train depot onto Jackson Boulevard and crossed the Canal Street Bridge. She was on her way to Chicago’s Loop to the see the film, Harold and Maude . She paused as she neared the T rè s El é ga n t Woman’s Apparel S hop. There wa s a sign in the display win d ow which caught her attention. For t h e Dis c riminating W oman over Fifty She chuckl e d as she read it. ‘ T hat’s me all r i ght.’ But i t w a s t he ma n nequin behind the sign which held her int e rest. It w o re a F or e st Flo o r Gre e n d ress fa s h i oned from a m a terial with whi c h s he was not f amili a r. She wo u ld take a closer l o ok at this g a r ment o n h e r w a y ba c k to the train s tation. Fore s t Fl o or Green was a f a vorite col o r, one that brought ba c k p a inful memo r ies of t he pa s t, of lo v e lost, o f new begin n i ngs, o f c o n tentme n t, and of ev e n t ual happine s s. She enjoy e d the fi l m as well as the eleg a n...