First Face You’ll See
He was down on one knee beside the hospital bag with the zip half open.
“Charger’s in there.
Slippers.
And that lavender stuff you make a face about and then use.”
“Socks,” I said.
“Two pairs in.
The thick ones with the grip on the bottom.” He pulled the zip shut and then stopped, and reached back in under the folded clothes for something, and came up with it grinning like a boy who has got away with something.
“Plus this.