She turns the receipt over. It’s for a dressing gown she bought in Marks & Spencer. More money than she’d spent on herself in a decade. When she bought it, she imagined the ways her life would change. She imagined being leisurely, easy, content by herself. A hefty ask from a flimsy bit of fabric. She’d been the same way with London, and Pauline before that: always seeking to be transformed by things that were indifferent to her.
