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Marcus came into the kitchen holding a pink satin ball-gown that had belonged to his mother and smelt of musky perfume and moth-balls.  Ida, confused,  smoothing the flat of her apron, asked what he was doing.  Before he could answer the woman entered and said, ‘I remember that dress.  I wanted to wear it to my sixteenth birthday party but when I tried it on I couldn’t do up the buttons.  Even though I was one of the skinniest girls in class.  I  couldn’t believe mother had ever been able to fit it.’

Marcus said, ‘I remember. You wore a yellow dress instead. It made you look beautiful.’

(Julia Leigh, Disquiet)