She went and changed into her second-best blue bodice and her best brown skirt, good stockings, and her own leather boots. She put on her copper rings and earrings but left off the long neck chain with its four small ring pendants. She could have taken off the fourth ring and worn it with three as she had since her wedding day, but it would have been denying him the three days of his life. She had a narrow black ribbon with a hammered copper pendant that her mother had given on her deathbed. It was ancient and precious, passed down from her foremothers, and worn smooth in places from nervous or restless fingers rubbing it.


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