My mom and her sisters are all wearing similar dresses that my aunt Helen made. The dresses are white and baby blue. There is a room with some old sofas where some young adolescents are hanging out some are trying to sleep there. The beds do not have mattresses just the springs upon which the cushions would go so they have laid comforters over the springs to lessen the pain. They are installing a peep hole but this peep hole is about 3 inches in diameter and about a foot long with a large camera inside that allows you to look to the other side. I pause to think, “That is the largest peep hole I’ve ever seen.” My mom wears her dress ceremoniously along with her sisters. I can see them crossing the street walking one after the other. My mom changes into another dress immediately after the processional crossing. I ask, why she took the dress off to which I’m not really given a straight answer. I get the impression she wants to maintain its significance.