Queenie smiled, running a finger over the velvet’s nap. “Same thing, honey. You’re both just pieces waiting for the right seam.”
“I know,” Queenie said, handing her a cherry-red button for her lapel. “That’s the part you keep.” queenie sateen erica cherry
“Put it together,” Queenie said, sliding a pot of mismatched buttons, a spool of copper wire, and a square of burnt-orange velvet across the oak. Queenie smiled, running a finger over the velvet’s nap
“Queenie?” she whispered.