I wore the jumpsuit. With a light cardigan over the top because it was that kind of autumn day, bright one minute, a cool wind the next.
Before the entrées arrived, three women had asked where it was from. Margaret, who I have not seen since last year and who notices everything, leaned across the table and said, "You look different. Good different." She could not put her finger on what it was. I did not tell her it was a jumpsuit. I just said I had found something that suited me.