- Vol. 05
- Chapter 01
Divided – by a common language
We are stuffing black bin bags, destined for a charity shop. In goes her houndstooth jacket – small, revered, nipped-in, the red paisley skirt, cable twinset, cobalt suit – pleated, that emerald brocade – so unsuitable for a son's wedding, white lace gloves, kitten heels caked with Meltonian.
From the back of the wardrobe, his suit – mothballed, described as lovat but more akin to cowpat, mustard cardigan with buttons like mini footballs – badly scuffed that cousin Wilbur from Ohio insists are li’l soccer balls, handfuls of ties, pairs of braces Wilbur says are suspenders.
In the top drawer, a round box of stiff collars, a small case for studs. Lower down, his huge grey underpants, her tiny lavender suspenders Paige claims is a garter belt. And in the chest, a heart-shaped box that my US cousins and I hesitate to look into. Our loss, the thrift store’s gain.