I looked down and saw camel-colored fabric—vintage suede with fringe. “How did you get this?” I asked. My hand immediately went to the side where the hole was, but when I went to feel for it, it was gone. I whipped the jacket off my shoulders, not caring about the cold anymore, and looked at the inside of the jacket. There was a line of small, clean stitches that I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t looking for them.
