My favorite. I used it to wipe my face and then dropped it on the kitchen floor.
I didn’t bother with underwear but simply pulled on the nearest clothes from the bedroom floor—the outfit I’d been wearing on Tuesday night.
I stuck my bare feet into my Velcro work shoes and found my old jerkin hanging in the hall cupboard.
I didn’t know where the new coat was, I realized. My bag, however, needed to be located.
I recalled that I had taken the new black handbag with me that night. It only had room for my purse and keys.
The keys were on the shelf in the hall where I always put them.
I found the bag in the hall too, eventually, dropped in a corner next to my shopper.
My purse was empty of cashI couldn’t recall how I’d got home or when I’d bought the vodka that I’d been drinking,
but I assumed it must have been en route here from the city center. Luckily, the purse still contained both of my bank cards.
The concert ticket was in there too. I dropped it on the floor. I walked down to the corner shop.
It was daylight, cold, the sky ashen. When I entered, the electronic bleeper sounded
and, behind the counter, Mr. Dewan looked up. I saw his eyes widen, his mouth fall open slightly.
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