Moth balls

grandpa

The little girl leans against the fur coat, hidden away in the now-open garment bag, in the far corner of her mother’s closet. The coat has never been worn; she doesn’t understand why it upsets her mother. She only knows she’ll be in trouble once again if she’s caught with her sweaty little face pressed into this beautiful memory of her grandfather working in his furrier shop.

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