I hadn’t worn that corduroy jacket with elbow patches in years, but I tried it on, it fit me well and it was like new, so I decided to go out with it. Back on the subway, when I put my hand in one of its pockets, I came across something viscous that I couldn’t identify by touch. I instinctively withdrew my hand, fearing that some kind of insect, perhaps a family of slugs, had nested there at the time. Who knows what goes on in the dark bottoms of cabinets when it’s not cleaned often enough. I let two seasons go by until I dared to investigate again. Now my fingertips touched a soft texture that I noticed was dry. I finally tugged at the object to see what it was, and it turned out to be an old sock, perhaps made of some kind of fiber that had grown into the texture of cobweb yarn as it got older. I wondered how that widow’s suit got there and where she lost her husband.
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