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gotten a lot of sleep. Rose was already down for her morning nap, and I thankfully had a moment of peace to myself.
    Squirrels scampered along the green grass in the side yard, sniffing for seeds in the dewy air. Bradly, out for his morning piss, spotted them and chased them up the wide oak on the border of the yard. I ran my hand over my messy hair and turned my attention to the fabric on the table.
    My dresses sold well at the local clothing store. If I just had more time, if I just didn’t always feel so tired, I could have made a lot more. 
    I stroked the hand-dyed cotton. It would be a smart, sassy sundress. They were always popular in the summer. Emily at the clothing store told me to bring in as many as I could make. If I had four of me, maybe we could afford to keep our kitchen stocked.
    Regan was God-knew-where and Zoe was already at work. Zoe never said she wanted anything more. Before Mom died, she had been a cheerleader and a hip-hop dancer. After Mom, we all got depressed. Zoe almost dropped out of school.
    Regan — well, Regan had her first mental break. A local sheriff, found her running down the highway naked in the rain. I was informed later that she had been talking gibberish and was ready for a fight. The sheriff took her to jail. They had a psych evaluation done on her at the local clinic. Then they shipped her to the psych ward in Ukiah for further observation.
    She was there for a week and came out with a ton of medication and a diagnosis of rapid cycling bipolar disorder with psychotic features. She took her meds as she was told. I had to drive her to Ukiah twice a week to see a psychiatrist. Most of the time she sat in her room, staring out the window.
    After six months, she stopped taking her medication, told off her doctors, and devolved into cycles of madness. There were good days and bad days with Regan. She wasn’t always cracked up, but it was like walking on eggshells most of the time.
    It is funny what you can get used to if you love someone. Sometimes I caught an expression of hers; then I remembered how she used to be, and all I could think was how much I wanted my sister back. 
    I laid the fabric out on the table and pinned down the size eight pattern. The tracing paper crinkled in my hands as I pulled pins from my mouth and poked them through the paper and fabric. I took out my scissors and cut the fabric along the edge of the pattern.
    My skilled hands had the pattern cut in no time, and I began pinning the skirt to the bodice. I moved my old sewing machine to the table and made my first stitch. It didn’t take long before I had the dress sewn.
    I laid it flat across my ironing board to iron before putting it on a hanger. I hung it on my makeshift rack and stared at it with pride. I had made one of in each of the most popular sizes. With clothing as cheap as it was, the retail price couldn’t be over fifty dollars. My take was forty. Minus supplies, I made twenty-five per dress. Half a week’s work would bring me a hundred and twenty-five dollars.
      I rubbed my face. We needed food, and Rose needed diapers even more. I had to go to town soon. When I heard Rose whimper, I went to our room and got her ready. I covered the dresses in plastic and laid them across the back seat of the car, then went back to get Rose. Bradly wagged his tail at me as if we were going somewhere. I frowned at him and put my hand on my hip. He frowned back at me with his big puppy-dog eyes. I couldn’t make everyone happy all the time.
    I drove into town and parked outside the clothing store. There was only one place to get clothes in town. Most people did their major shopping down in Ukiah or up in Eureka. Luckily, Leggetville was a tourist town along the redwood coast, so it could support an upscale boutique like Dream Weavers.
    I struggled into the shop, with its airy bright windows and blond wood floors, with Rose in one arm and the dresses in the other. Emily sat behind the counter wearing her hipster