The habit became legend. Her grand-niece, visiting from Milan, asked to join one Tuesday. Capri handed her a poodle skirt from 1997 and put on “Mambo No. 5.” The two of them spun and snorted with laughter until the closet rods rattled. Afterward, the girl said, “Zia, you’re strange.”
One Tuesday, her assistant Priya knocked gently. “Ms. Cavalli? The zoning board is on line two.”
When she emerged, Priya was waiting. “You okay?”
Capri Cavalli went into her closet to dance with the ghosts of past purchases .