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“The coats,” I said.

“I came here for my coats.”

“Which coats?” Gloria said.

“My coats.

Upstairs.

In the hall closet.”

“Oh, for goodness’ sake.” She hoisted the bag higher on her hip.

“Trent, go get the lady her coats.