The sleeves were puffed and ridiculous. Half the beadwork on the bodice was missing, and the hem looked like it had survived a small war.
« What is this? » I asked.
« My prom dress, » Grandma whispered.
Mom laughed a little through tired eyes. « She made me wear it once when I was 12 and thought I was going to a school dance. »
Grandma ignored her and looked at me. « You should wear it. »